Book Details:
Paperback: 432 pages
Publisher: Penguin (5th May 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0141361735
ISBN-13: 978-0141361734
Source: Review/Purchase/Gift
Summary:
Peyton, Sydney's charismatic
older brother, has always been the star of the family, receiving the lion's
share of their parents' attention and—lately—concern. When Peyton's
increasingly reckless behavior culminates in an accident, a drunk driving
conviction, and a jail sentence, Sydney is cast adrift, searching for her place
in the family and the world. When everyone else is so worried about Peyton, is
she the only one concerned about the victim of the accident?
Enter the Chathams, a warm, chaotic family who run a pizza parlor, play bluegrass on weekends, and pitch in to care for their mother, who has multiple sclerosis. Here Sydney experiences unquestioning acceptance. And here she meets Mac, gentle, watchful, and protective, who makes Sydney feel seen, really seen, for the first time.
The uber-popular Sarah Dessen explores her signature themes of family, self-discovery, and change in her twelfth novel, sure to delight her legions of fans.
Enter the Chathams, a warm, chaotic family who run a pizza parlor, play bluegrass on weekends, and pitch in to care for their mother, who has multiple sclerosis. Here Sydney experiences unquestioning acceptance. And here she meets Mac, gentle, watchful, and protective, who makes Sydney feel seen, really seen, for the first time.
The uber-popular Sarah Dessen explores her signature themes of family, self-discovery, and change in her twelfth novel, sure to delight her legions of fans.
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I read this book on the train. I READ THIS BOOK ON THE
TRAIN. I’m going to stop there, and let that sink in for a minute. London trains
are savage, especially at rush hour okay. It’s the worst combination of sweat,
heaving people, lack of personal space boundaries, loss of etiquette that hits
just as the clock strikes 5:30pm. Yet there I was okay, on a packed and delayed
train, hanging on for dear life with one hand, holding this book in the other,
so engrossed that I forgot to stick my nose up at the damp smell around me. I
repeat – I read this book on a train, that’s how much I loved it.
Thank you first off to the wonderful team at Penguin
(where I’ve been working for the last 3 weeks, eep! More on that next week) for
giving me an early copy of this book. To the lovely lady who handed me this, if
you’re reading, thank you once again! Dessen has been one of my favourite
authors, ever since I stumbled upon The Truth About Forever and fell head over
heels in love with it. Thus of course, begins Dessen-ism (noun - the state of being obsessed with Dessen books), whereby you consume
every book she’s written after that. This is the second time I’ve been asked to
review a Dessen book, and nothing could possibly make me happier, than being
given the chance to share my thoughts on authors I grew up reading.
Anyway I know you’re not here for my rambling and foul
train descriptions, so on to the book I go. I started Saint Anything on Tuesday
night, and every spare moment since, I’ve been picking it back up because I
honestly couldn’t bare my hands parting with this book.
Dessen promises this is somewhat of a departure from her
usual stories, whereby Saint Anything is slightly darker, and delves a little
deeper into the issues raised in the book – and I have to agree, she expanded
her horizon in this sense – yet all the loveable elements that make a Dessen
book were still present. This isn’t a romance, but rather a journey that we
undertake with our main character, Sydney – as she deals with the repercussions
of her once golden boy brother Peyton, after a DUI that results in the
paralysis of a kid, and Peyton landing in jail. The ever-protective Mum, the
silent but grieving father, and a member to burden the guilt, it’s all there in
this book. I was so pleased with the way Sydney’s character developed, her
internal musings and thoughts, the acknowledgement. Despite the frustration I
felt at times with her Mum and how she turned a blind eye to everything in
favour of trying to look after Peyton, and the urge I had to shout at Sydney to
stand up for herself, I loved the way Dessen filled out these characters and
came to understand where they all came from.
Sydney’s voice was honest, probing, not afraid to ask
herself or others the bigger question. I liked the focus she had, the loyalty
to her friends, the way she didn’t break herself in half between Layla and Mac,
but instead managed to stay loyal and present for both in the right way. She
was a friend, a girlfriend, a sister, a daughter – all played out so well. I
really liked Sydney, I felt she was a great representation and forefront to ask
and answer some important questions about guilt, morality, and individual
ideas. The issues themselves that Dessen raised in the book, were dealt with
tactfully, though nothing hugely serious or life-changing would come out of it,
I felt it was still done well enough to deserve the praise. I do wish though we
had seen more into Peyton’s head, his side, his view, aside from the brief bits
we get – though understandably the book wasn’t even about him (though it did
all start with him). I just wanted everything to be longer okay, I literally
did not want the book to end. There. I SAID IT.
*cough*. ANYWAY. The entourage of new friends that rally
around Sydney as she changes school are loveable, larger than life, and worthy
of the snort-inducing that follows. They’ve all been so well crafted, with
their individual characteristics and the role they play in Sydney’s story, each
gently pushing her along on the path and person she’s becoming. Layla, the
loyal and fry-fanatic friend, Eric the over-exuberant guitarhead, Irv (who I
loved) the eat-a-holic, and Ford (the want who just wants to get high) LOL the
last one, Dessen’s description, not mine okay? They were all such a wonderful
array of characters, the trademark almost to every great Dessen book. And of
course, then there was Mac. You just know I saved the best for last.
Of course I loved Mac. How could you not. He was the
perfect balance between protective, laid back, and loveable, oh so loveable.
The way he quietly watches Sydney as she enters all their lives, how he’s
around when she needs him, his healthy food addiction, (a trait I can both
admire and envy, even in fictional characters). I also loved how there was no
drama between them, like you’d usually see in a couple’s relationship, you know
after the honeymoon period comes the breakdown of communication, or hiding
something from each other (with the best of intentions, as always). As others
have said, this book isn’t focused on the relationship, it does take a back
seat, but at the same time it’s fulfilling and tender – and no Dessen book
would be complete without it. They came together as naturally as you’d expect
and seriously, I just couldn’t get enough of them. Did I want chapters upon
chapters of their interactions, cute moments, more on Mac’s story? OF COURSE I
DID. My inner-fan-girl will ALWAYS want that. But I know that often less is
more, and getting just a glimpse of this relationship rather than a whole
chunk, is surely for the best.
Saint Anything was reminiscent of Rebecca Fitzpatrick’s
My Life Next Door (in a wonderful way) – the different dynamics of family played
out alongside each other - chaos vs calm kinda thing. Again, the inclusion of
these differing relationships, from Mac and Layla as brother and sister, vs
Peyton and Sydney. All done to expand Sydney’s view of her life and what she
wants from it.
A lovely read, and now amongst my Dessen favourites, full
of fun, family, and food. Talking of which *she says as her stomach rumbles on
cue* I will warn you though, this book will leave you with a serious case of
the munchies. No joke. Dessen does this with every book, the inclusion of food,
whether that be pies, pizza, fries (hey, that rhymed!) either way, it leaves me
with such a comforting feeling, such a homely feeling. In this case, I swear
all I’ve wanted to eat for the last few days was the greasiest, cheesiest pizza
and crunchy fries with ketchup. I don’t even like ketchup, yet here I am, all
because of Dessen, wanting that damn condiment with my fries. Sigh.
PS. Don’t even get me started on Ames. Where’s my
chainsaw? WHERE’S MY CHAINSAW?!
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