When I first found out about Falling Short, written by Lex Coulton, the blurb promised to be ‘’fresh, funny and life-affirming’’. I am sorry, but no. That is not correct. This book was none of those things. It wasn’t bad at all, but I would prefer describing it as a slow-paced, and confusingly complex in an unsatisfying way.
About the book:
Frances Pilgrim’s father went missing when she was five, and ever since all sorts of things have been going astray: car keys, promotions, a series of underwhelming and unsuitable boyfriends . . . Now here she is, thirty-bloody-nine, teaching Shakespeare to rowdy sixth formers and still losing things.
But she has a much more pressing problem. Her mother, whose odd behaviour Frances has long put down to eccentricity, is slowly yielding to Alzheimer’s, leaving Frances with some disturbing questions about her father’s disappearance, and the family history she’s always believed in. Frances could really do with someone to talk to. Ideally Jackson: fellow teacher, dedicated hedonist, erstwhile best friend. Only they haven’t spoken since that night last summer when things got complicated . . .
As the new school year begins, and her mother’s behavior becomes more and more erratic, Frances realizes that she might just have a chance to find something for once. But will it be what she’s looking for?
I am usually good at explaining why I don’t like a certain book, or why I feel the way I feel, and believe me, with this one, I have spent two days and 6 sittings in front of this draft (now published post) to try and write about it. So I am doing my best now…
First of all, there has to be something about a certain book to make me want to read it. With this one – there were two things:
I love romance and intrigue, and the blurb promised two people not really talking to each other, but sparks flying around… so yes, that got me
The Alzheimer’s disease – as a person that has worked with people suffering from Dementia and Alzheimer’s, this subject is very close to my heart. I couldn’t miss this book for this reason.
Now – the romance part disappointed me, as there was no romance. No romance at all. Unless, of course, you count as a romance a person in their mid-forties sleeping around with drunk teens, and is then too complicated of a character to even realise who he loves, and why, and the moment he does, he still has no idea what to do with that information.
The other disappointment I had was that I expected to read about the Alzheimer’s, and not only that they weren’t there, but also some of the symptoms mentioned were not correct at all. There were only sex relationships and sex scenes, and that was supposed to define their relationship in the end. Not realistic at all.
Even though it seems that we follow Frances’s story throughout, we actually follow Jackson’s story as well. Their characters were too complicated and confusing for me, and it let me to now feel nor care about them at all. I honestly cared about Frances’s dog the most in this book.
The plot wasn’t perfect – there were times when the information given didn’t match
The scene how Frances searches on Google to find the address of her dad. We are then told that she found out his address through Jean. Which one is it, then?
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I am actually quite sad that I didn’t enjoy this book, but I will still be curious about new works from Lex Coulton, because, somehow, I really liked her writing style, despite all the flaws.
I was sitting in the park for a while and I was unsure where to look, what to think about and what to do. So, as usually, I’d make some photographs with my camera, stare at people, walk around, sit on one of the benches and stare at people again.
A conversation between a mother and a little girl caught my attention. The mother was sitting on the bench right next to mine, and the girl was the cutest girl ever. She had blonde hair, long up until her shoulders, and sparkly big blue eyes full of life. She was playing around, jumping and laughing and she came to her mum and said:
- – Mum, can I have an ice-cream?
- – No, sweetie, you can’t have an ice-cream now. It’s still cold outside. We need to wait.
- – Why do we need to wait, mum? What will happen if we wait?
- – Oh sweetie, we need to wait for the weather to be warmer.
- – But why? Does the sun get bigger if we wait?
The mother smiled and said:
- – No, but it shines brighter.
- – Okay mummy, I’ll wait. Does that mean that my ice-cream will taste better too?
I was a witness to the cutest conversation between a mother and a daughter ever, and it made me think deeper. Do we really get better things if we wait? I wouldn’t say so. We just appreciate them more, just because we wait for them. Or sometimes, the opposite happens, We realize we don’t really need them, we just wanted them at the exact moment.
And this girl…she is on my mind all day. Her way of thinking is so different. The way she is willing to wait, so she could taste a better ice-cream. I believe it will result in her willing to wait for things, and to appreciate them when she gets them, which is one of the best qualities that one person can have.
We need to wait for things to happen. They will eventually come, and happen, and they will be the best things we have ever had. And we’d know how to appreciate them!
This is my favourite card! It’s all handmade and he made it by himself. There are so many things I feel like saying, and I don’t think I have enough words to say thank you!
You brighten up my day, and you are always here when I need you, and I love how you put your hair spiked on the front, but why isn’t my hair red? Or blonde? Oh wait, I know, it’s because I change the color so often haha ^^
Thank you, G! You are so adorable, but you already know it :*