Title: The Dead Wife’s Handbook
Author: Hannah Beckerman
Published: Arcade Publishing Jan 2015
Status: Read from January 05 to 06, 2015 — I own a copy {Courtesy the publisher/edelweiss)
My Thoughts:
The Dead Wife’s Handbook by Hannah Beckerman is a story of love, grief and letting go. Rachel was just thirty six years old when her heart stopped beating. She was happily married to Max and a loving mother to five year old Ellie, now she floats in a void of white mist given intermittent views of her husband and daughter living without her.
The idea of a ghostly narrator is a not a new one and sadly the story offers no real surprises. It begins to feel a bit repetitive after a while, for Max and Ellie it’s one step forward, two steps back, for Rachel – endless longing and a predictable cycle of guilt, resentment and despair.
I think it was just that characters were all just too perfect – Rachel was the perfect wife and mother, Max the perfect husband and father, and Ellie, who is just too perfectly adorable for words. Oh and Eve, Eve is perfect too. Their grief often seemed too neat, too contained and Max always seemed to be able to find the right words to comfort Ellie.
I did empathise with Rachel, after all I am a mother and I would be horrified to be in her place, but for the unwary reader, particularly one recently bereaved I don’t think The Dead Wife’s Handbook would offer much comfort. The lessons she learns about love, life and death are true enough but cliched.
The Dead Wife’s Handbook has received a plethora of positive reviews, I just wasn’t feeling it.
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in Australia: via Booko
I own a copy too – it is sitting here waiting, waiting…
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I’m not sure if I’m bothered about picking this one up…
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I was sent this a while back and really should just read it!
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Wow, what an honest review! I was tempted at first, and while I’m not saying never, I think I’ll let this one wait until I’ve completed some of my more pressing reads.
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