I’m reading Witches on the Road Tonight by Sheri Holman.
For the first 6% of the book (reading on a Kindle), I kept falling asleep. The point of view kept changing and the story trying to be relayed was unclear. By the time I advanced to approximately 16% read THEN it made sense. The connections between the characters and who the major players was crystal clear by this point. By 25%, I had it and I was enthused to see where and how the author was going to transport me (as I understand she did for many other readers).
I, too, am keen on this story and am enjoying this author’s bold voice and firm grip on language, style and her amazing ability to interweave the present and past in a single line, or paragraph. The best part? It makes sense and is thoroughly fabulous as a reader to “be” in two points of view (well, three actually!) simultaneously.
Here’s one such passage at 43% (Kindle Fire) from Sheri Holman’s Witches on the Road Tonight:
Then, wanting him to kiss her but not knowing how to make the request, Ann had stopped and, with eyes full of trust and complicity and something just a little challenging, asked Eddie the question Jasper now poses like a smart-ass, here, years later, in place of her whom they had left alone with guests, humiliated and drunk now, asking Cary once more what time he left, if Eddie had ordered dessert. Jasper asks the question Wallis knew had been her mother’s part of the script that night, Are we supposed to believe this? and her father answers it int he same way he had answered her mother that night, as they stood int he center of the railroad tracks that disappeared in each direction off into the woods; he said, and he says: Now, once a year, on this very night, the conductor walks these lonely tracks, swinging his lantern, searching for his missing head…
As if on cue, far away, a point of light appears in the woods. And as her mother and father watched, as they watch, it advances slowly, flirtatiously, bobbing like a cork on the water. Wallis has heard of will-o’-wisps and swamp lights, but nothing prepares her for this inexplicable thing coming straight toward her, growing larger with each bounce. It is a light like a rubber-band ball with no edge or ending, luminous, diffuse, just a brilliant exhalation of the night.
This book is my #FridayReads suggestion. If you’re in-between books, think about this one. You just might enjoy it.
Until next time — ta-ta for now,