Ann Brashares' latest novel isn't for her blue-jean wearing fans of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The novel that crosses the lines of love, loss, grief and healing calls upon the writer's skills to play the heartstrings of a more mature audience thirsty for a love more lasting that high school crushes allow.
While I've been a fan of all of the Traveling Pants books by Brashares, I was worried about how her first published turn at an adult audience would pan out.
I was pleasantly surprised. The book reads well, with emotion and reality and calls for a box of tissues and a comforting cup of tea at the end. At times, in efforts to sound like she is writing for an older audience it seems, Brashares trips over her own prose and layers on more description when less would probably conjure the right element from the reader's past instead of making the reader question if they've ever felt that way or seen that sadness or can identify with that love or loss.
I recommend Brashares book, but suggest waiting for the paperback edition or for it to hit your local library. Don't dish out the coin for the hardcover. It's a good story, but it doesn't have the staying power for a long-term bookshelf.
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