“If I was going to recommend a light, entertaining read, something that goes down easily without having to think about it too much, I’d suggest this one. Louise Doughty’s ninth novel, Whatever You Love, isn’t high-brow literature by any stretch of the imagination, but it is accessible and enjoyable, and I suspect when it’s released in trade paperback size it will do very nicely sales wise, thank-you very much.” by Kimbofo
While I didn’t think the writing was exceptional, or required many high-lighter sticky notes, I didn’t think this was a “light, or easy” read “by any stretch of the imagination.” It definitely is accessible in the way that you think you could maybe murder someone, or rob a bank if you had too..and it’s enjoyable if you like a novel that you can’t stop reading, but includes major emotional downfalls and disturbing, “what-ifs” about break ups.
I think my problem with this book, and all of a sudden everything related to it, is that I went in thinking this was a grief story. It’s told from the perspective of Laura, who has two children she is raising alone because her thrill-seeking, good-for-nothing husband, David, has been having an affair with Chloe (a woman who looks like a angelic mouse). Can you tell whose team I’m on?
However, the second half of the book becomes psychological thriller. So, here’s the thing: your daughter is killed in a hit & run, and your husband has left you in the last year for a mousier blonde woman, and all of a sudden you turn …
You just turn. That was the end of that sentence. I can’t give away anything that Laura does after this, but it’s all so unexpected and all so raw. And I’m reading this book, half-thinking-“no one could ever do that, right? That’s the unthinkable, she’s crossed major lines, had many party fouls here,” but then the other half is saying-“I could do that, I could take him upstairs, I could carry a knife, maybe I could even throw someone over a cliff if my child was killed, and my husband was a cheating bastard.”
I just don’t know how to feel.
How are you supposed to feel when you understand someone’s built-up rage, but it breaks all your theories on your own moral code?
Let me let someone else just review this book for you.
I am a writer, educator and genuine creative living on the coast of NC. Our house is built on sunshine with my husband BJ, dog named Tucker, and our two very sassy cats: Fromage and Jasper.