The Lost Girl
By: Sangu Mandanna
Reported by: Julianna Helms
Source: ARC from ALA
Release Date: August 28th, 2012 from Balzer+Bray/HarperCollins
Eva’s life is not her
own. She is a creation, an abomination—an echo. Made by the Weavers as a
copy of someone else, she is expected to replace a girl named Amarra,
her “other”, if she ever died. Eva studies what Amarra does, what she
eats, what it’s like to kiss her boyfriend, Ray. So when Amarra is
killed in a car crash, Eva should be ready.
But fifteen years of studying never prepared her for this.
Now
she must abandon everything she’s ever known—the guardians who raised
her, the boy she’s forbidden to love—to move to India and convince the
world that Amarra is still alive.
What Eva finds is a
grief-stricken family; parents unsure how to handle this echo they
thought they wanted; and Ray, who knew every detail, every contour of
Amarra. And when Eva is unexpectedly dealt a fatal blow that will change
her existence forever, she is forced to choose: Stay and live out her
years as a copy or leave and risk it all for the freedom to be an
original. To be Eva.
From debut novelist Sangu Mandanna comes the
dazzling story of a girl who was always told what she had to be—until
she found the strength to decide for herself.
-Summary from Goodreads
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You see reviews all over the place and they usually start with some tagline among the lines of "
The Lost Girl was a disturbingly beautiful, unconditionally sorrowful, and fascinating story weaved (pun intended) with threads of the strongest characters and most tragic flaws."
Then the review continues, discussing voice, character, plot, pacing, what worked and what didn't work for the reviewer, etc. I do this all the time. We bloggers do this because it's the way a review is written, right? You review by letting the readers know what to expect and when to hang on; who they can anticipate they'll love and just how many tissues they need to prepare beforehand.
For the first time in my over-a-year blogging experience, I am at a loss for words.
I'm staring at this seemingly pointless page of review and I just don't even know anymore. I can't describe it. There's no way to transcribe the immensely emotional and staggeringly heart-breaking idea and
soul behind
The Lost Girl. I can't talk about the boy, the girl, the story--I can't even think about it without succumbing to the verge of crying.
This book... Well, let me put it this way:
You know how there are all these different types of instruments, how they're all so different and powerful and how, when they all clash together, the noises and sounds merge into this tinkling, spine-chilling sound? Imagine those instruments as essential parts of a book. The piano is the plot, the characters the violin. The flute is the emotional depth and the drums the pacing. These all sound beautiful on their own, but often the drums and the flutes clamor or the piano and violin are out of sync and the end product, though delightful, feels often...
insubstantial. As if there's something missing and it's incomplete even though all the needed plot elements are there.
The Lost Girl is the song that meshes everything together and emerges with a masterpiece--one deserving waterfalls of tears and thousands of standing ovations. It's the arrow that snags you right in the heart. It's the poison you swallow with love. It's the air you breathe when you're desperate and a raging mess.
It's just... so hard to review this wide, haunting vision. I feel like I'll just rant on and on and I won't ever say anything remotely meaningful because
The Lost Girl is indescribable. It's the feeling of a million contradictions flying at you and, in the end, it somehow makes sense. It makes sense out of the nonsense and it makes music out of the imperfect.
By no means is anything perfect, but
The Lost Girl wins a medal for being one of the closest books to ever achieve it.
Maybe you'll hate it, maybe you'll love it. But no matter what, there's one thing I can guarantee:
You will feel. This book will yank out all of your emotions and smear them side by side so that when you finally finish it, you will
feel.
And that's an entire masterpiece in itself.
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| starred review |
*Due
to the new FTC rules, I would like to mention that I am in part of an
affiliate program with Mrs. Nelson's. However, I have been posting links
to the indie bookstore long before I became an affiliate, and thus I'm
not posting such links for the sole purpose of potential monetary
retribution. I am not involved in any other affiliate programs.
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