The Weight of Water by Anita Shreve
I didn’t care for this book much. I loved the characters, but the story was weak. I had it figured out half way through, both things that happen at the end, so it was kind of a yawner for me. I only finished it because I kept thinking that something big was going to happen, a twist that would make me laugh at myself for thinking I was so smart to figure it out. Nay, that did not happen. *yawn*
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From the Publisher
On a small island off the New Hampshire coast in 1873, two women were brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. A third woman survived the attack, hiding in a sea cave until dawn. More than a century later, a photographer, Jean, comes to the island to shoot a photo-essay about the legendary crime. Immersing herself in accounts of the lives of the fishermen’s wives who were its victims, she becomes obsessed with the barrenness of these women’s days: the ardor-killing labor, the long stretches of loneliness, the maddening relentless winds that threatened to scour them off the rocky island. How could a marriage survive those privations? Was this misery connected to the killings? Jean’s marriage is enduring heavy weather of its own. On the boat she has chartered for this project, she and her husband are falling apart. Their nights are full of drink and terrible silences, and Jean feels jealousy and distrust invading her life and her work. The forces that blasted the island a century earlier come alive inside Jean, bringing her to the verge of actions she never dreamed herself capable of – with no idea whether her choices will destroy all she has ever valued or bring her safely home.
