I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.One Thing Stolen by Beth Kephart
Published by Chronicle Books on April 14th 2015
Source: the Publisher
Something is not right with Nadia Cara. She’s become a thief. She has secrets she can’t tell. And when she tries to speak, the words seem far away. In Florence, Italy, with her epicurean brother, professor father, and mother who helps at-risk teens, Nadia finds herself trapped by her own obsessions and following the trail of an elusive Italian boy whom no one but herself has seen. While her father researches a flood that nearly destroyed Florence in 1966, Nadia wonders if she herself can be rescued—or will she disappear?
Set against the backdrop of a glimmering city, One Thing Stolen is an exploration of obsession, art, and a rare neurological disorder. It is about language and beauty, imagining and knowing, and the deep salvation of love
One Thing Stolen just wasn’t my cup of tea. I felt incredibly disconnected from the story and its characters, and because of this the whole book just fell flat. I couldn’t get into the story and while it saddens me, I decided to quit about halfway in. I read some other reviews, and they told me that there’s a point of view change later on, and I skimmed through that part, but in the end I came to the conclusion that this book just wasn’t for me.
The novel is written is mainly written from Nadia’s perspective, but because of her mental state the story is incredibly hard to follow (the fact that no dialogue tags added to this as well). The story just didn’t make sense to me. I felt disoriented, and confused, and I get that maybe that’s the point. That it’s used to bring across the way the main character is feeling, but the entire story was jumpy and it made me feel even more disconnected. I would have liked to connect with something, anything, in the story. But I didn’t, and I think this is a huge part of why this story fell flat for me.
The last quarter of the book the perspective shifts, and we’re finally let in on what the hell is going on. But it was too late at that point for me. I skimmed through that part a bit, but I couldn’t manage to convince myself to pick it up again. I don’t like to struggle all the way through a book, and that is what One Thing Stolen was for me: a struggle.
I do have to say that I like what the author tried to do with her writing style. It was a lot like free verse, very poetic. It’s artistic, but it also made the story even more complex than it already was. And this is why it ended up feeling empty as well.
This book wasn’t for me. I felt disconnected from the story and its characters. It was, unfortunately, a confusing mess and a struggle to get through. The blurb was very promising, but the story fell really flat for me.