When I have the hard copy of a book, of course I judge it by its cover. I’m pretty darn petty that way. But…when it’s the kindle version, I go by what I’ve heard. And Jaq Hazell’s My Life As a Bench is one that I’ve been hearing about a lot lately. So, when Netgalley let me have a copy for a review, I bumped that book to,the top of my list.
It quickly became obvious that I don’t download many books because, when it didn’t seem to be working correctly, I accidently ended up downloading it an additional seven times. Whoops! But…out of those eight downloads, I picked one and quickly read it. And came away considerably impressed.
First, in case you haven’t heard of this one, here’s a quick description for you:
Ren Miller has died aged seventeen and yet her consciousness lives on, inhabiting her memorial bench by the River Thames in London.
Ren longs to be reunited with her boyfriend Gabe, but soon discovers why he has failed to visit. Devastated, she must learn to break through and talk to the living so she can reveal the truth about her tragic end.
Unique, haunting and compelling, this is a story about love, friendship, a passion for music and what, if anything, remains after we’ve gone
I’m a sucker for modern British writing. And, of course I’m a huge music fan. So there are a couple of things that just jump out to like right away. As has been the case with a number of the books I’ve received – and read – lately, this one I guess fits in the ‘Young Adult’ category, but good writing is good writing.
My mother died when I was a a kid and there’s a bench that was put up in her honor near the lake in my old home town. It was even in a picture used on the cover of one of the local phone books (remember those?) years later. So I can relate to that form of remembering someone. Though the idea of someone’s consciousness residing there is a bit worrisome (a.k.a. creepy). But it still ends up being a fairly light read without the darkness that could be there with a main character that has already died.
But the story is written so well, the pacing so smooth and timed out perfectly that it sucks you along and takes you away throughout. The ending is fairly predictable and gets dragged out a bit over the final chapters, but I won’t take too much away from it for that. It was entertaining, well constructed and completely worth the read. So no complaints. I’d give it a 4.5 out of 5 and, though I may never read this novel again, I’m curious enough to check out the author’s other work to see what they’re like.
But for now, I probably need to get away from Young Adult reading to something else for a bit. Maybe like watching some hockey…