Hello and happy Wednesday. I gave Jay Asher another chance by reading What Light, and yes, as the title indicates, I was disappointed. It was partly my fault, though, because this is a Christmas novel and I decided to read it in the summer, so clearly the mood and the vibe weren’t there. Of course, there’s more I have to say about this novel, so just keep reading this post. Let’s get started, shall we?
We all know what I thought about Thirteen Reasons Why, so it’s no surprise that my expectations towards this book and the author in general were pretty low. It wasn’t that I was determined to hate this novel, but I also kind of knew that I wasn’t going to love it. Again, the fact that I read this novel in June and it was set in Christmas didn’t help at all. Even if in Colombia we don’t have seasons, I’m a season kind of girl: I read about love in February, vacation in the summer, magic and horror in October, and yes, I like Christmas stories in December. There are many books that aren’t themed like this, or tied to a specific time of the year, but if one is, I want to read it in that time.
This story has nothing to do with the 13 Reasons Why universe (thankfully), but there are some similarities. There’s the family going through money issues, just like Hannah’s parents. I might be exaggerating here, but I really don’t like it when authors hold on to common places like this one and just exploit them in all their books. It just seems unoriginal.
So okay, at first I thought this was the typical story of the girl who moves away and has to start over or whatever. It’s not. I mean, she does move but only for the Christmas season every year, and she’s done that for her entire life. Still, her friends make a huge deal about it, like there’s a chance they might not see each other ever again. No overreacting at all, as you can see.
I believe the main character is called Sierra, but I just can’t remember. Anyway, she does go away for the holidays because her parents sell Christmas trees in California and oh, she meets a guy. And she’s just like me when I meet a new guy because even if she literally just saw him for the first time and doesn’t know his name, she’s considering that maybe they can date during the holidays. I clearly can’t criticize that, now can I?
Sierra’s love interest is not a regular guy because that would be too cliché, right? No, instead, he’s all mysterious and has a deep dark secret. Original, Mr. Asher. As you can see, I wasn’t really too thrilled about this book. I mean, I usually devour novels like this, especially if they’re in physical formal. I actually thought I could finish this entire book in my flight from Bogota to Madrid, because it lasts ten hours. Instead of that, I alternated between reading and watching movies.
I honestly got bored at how normal the book got. I mean, yes, we have the guy with the deep dark secret which is then revealed, so actually now he has a deep dark past everyone knows about, but other than that, it’s all a bunch of teenage drama and the main character overthinking everything. Here is where I could have appreciated a little more 13-Reasons-Why kinda drama, at least something small and juicy. I mean, I even wrote in my notes that I thought Caleb, Sierra’s love interest, reminded me of Steve from Full House. I’ll talk more about him in another post.
Just to wrap up this review, I want to say that yes, despite my initial reservations and despite how cliché the story was, I did find this book entertaining. I think I would’ve found it way more entertaining had I read it during the holidays, which was totally my fault for always going into books blindly. This is not a BAD book, okay? It’s simply not great, and this is my personal opinion. I mean, I’m 24 years old, I’ve become a little bit of a cynic with time, and this type of novel is just not my cup of tea anymore. Last year though, trust me, I would’ve lived and died for this story, but my taste in books has clearly changed.
Now help me out here and send me recommendations for holiday novels you love so that maybe I can get in the spirit.
Love, Miss Camila