2014 Book #52: The Bone Clocks

boneclocksI’ve been putting off writing this review since I finishedThe Bone Clocks because I’ve had a hard time wrapping my head around it. Now, of course, I’m behind again, so here it goes anyway. I’ll do my best to make sense of it.

The Bone Clocks is structured somewhat similarly to Cloud Atlas, in that the book is structured in parts with multiple narrators. Here, though, the whole story revolves around Holly Sykes, who begins as a runaway teenager who unwittingly gets involved in a supernatural war. We meet Holly at the beginning and return to her in the end, but most of the rest of the novel is told by other characters – including a college student with few morals; her husband (were they married?), who needed to be in dangerous parts of the world, reporting on various wars; and a writer who won a huge award but for whom things have gone downhill since. It’s a complicated story in which all the characters have a part to play in the Script of the supernatural war going on around them. Yeah. That’s why I’ve been putting off writing this review.

Not far into this book, I decided that it’s Exactly My Kind of Book. It’s like Murakami-goes-scifi. I can definitely see Murakami’s influence on Mitchell. That said, it could have been better, though I’m not sure how. A lesser writer would have made it into a series, but it works best as one Very Big Novel, though maybe its epic-ness can be a bit overwhelming.

I know. This review isn’t very helpful at all. So I’ll just make a recommendation: Read it. It’s worth your time. It’s funny that after all of that long novel, I don’t have much to say about it. I will say, though, that it’s not as good as Cloud Atlas, but it’s not too far behind.

In Puppy News (I know it’s what you’re really here for), Zelda has lost some of her lady parts and recovered from her surgery. Her stitches were removed last Saturday, and she has returned to her usual level of ridiculousness.

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She was no fan of the Cone of Shame.

Poor Zelda in her Cone of Shame

Palmer doesn’t like the Cone of Shame, either.

Palmer wears the Cone of Shame in solidarity with Zelda!

But that’s all in the past, now. Back to our regular programming.

Until next weekend, anyway, when I attempt to take Zelda to Houston. That should be interesting.

Featured image credit: Andrew Mcpherson

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