Book Review: The Underside Of Joy

Good morning friends!  It’s time for another Blogher Book Club Review.

“I laughed, I cried, it was better than cats”

Seriously though.  The Underside of Joy by Sere Prince Halverson was one of the best books I’ve read.  You know the –  you can’t put it down, stay up until 3am reading and your boyfriend / husband keeps rolling around in his sleep and squinting, trying to figure out why the hell the light is on kind of books.  Yes my friends THAT good.

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It’s a story of loss, I’ll let you on to that.  I thought it was going to be incredibly depressing.  But the only thing it was, was real.  The events that happened (and those were depressing), the circumstances that Elle Beene (the main character) found herself in where not the main event.  The story existed on all the days in between those events.

The writing was absolutely spot on.  I felt all of the emotions that Ella was feeling.  Literally, I laughed and I cried.  Especially at the end, oh I cried at lot … yes it was 3am.  The story is written in first person.  It feels like Ella is your best friend and she’s pouring her heart out to you the entire book.  It’s a roller coaster ride.  It’s like you can’t decide whether to comfort her, give her advice, slap her silly, or something else entirely.  But you know one thing, you don’t want to be in her shoes.

Gosh I know I’m being so vague but that’s because I don’t want to give any of the story away.  I’m the kind of person that doesn’t even read the blurb on the inside cover because I don’t want any information.  I’ll leave you with a quote from the book:

“I had happened upon this town, a man, and his children, this house, these trees.  I’d stumbled upon someone’s lost treasure.  No, abandoned treasure, left behind.  I hadn’t stolen it, but I didn’t want to return it either.”

You can check out the Blogher forum for some great discussions about the book.  This weeks is: Are you prepared for a personal emergency?

*This is a paid review from Blogher, however all opinions are my own.

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