Release Date: October 15 2012
Publisher: Luna Risen, LLC
Series: The Meronymy (#1)
From the book jacket:
In ancient Anatolia, a young healer fights to reunite with her true love despite her father’s desire to profit from her gift.
In Depression-era Seattle, the caretaker of the Persephone Music Hall finds inspiration for his art in the arms of a beautiful foreign violinist.
A university professor in modern-day California struggles to keep his lab and his marriage from the clutches of his enthusiastic new grad student.
A mysterious thread draws these lives together across the span of history and summons one of them toward an unspeakable fate. Follow the thread as mortal cares scatter with The Lightness of Dust
Kere is a teen girl living in ancient Anatolia. Her betrothed has left on a ship to gain his fortune and she is stuck with a greedy father who wants to use her gift of healing to his advantage by giving her to the priests, therefore preventing her from marrying. During the Depression, Sam does maintenance at the Persephone Music Hall, but art is his passion. He’s incredibly talented, but poor, so he is shocked when Lily, the star violinist, falls in love with him. Jake is a modern day professor who’s once great marriage is failing due to his new job and his new assistant. All three stories are wildly different, but they all have one hidden secret in common.
I really enjoyed this book. I finished the entire book is less than a day because I was so curious to find out how everything was connected. I had really intended to review it much sooner than this, but with my new job I just never had the chance. The three stories intertwine in such a way that each is dependent on the others while still remaining complete in it’s own. I read through it quickly, because I was so curious to learn how they all fit together while being so different. Despite each story taking place in wildly different times and settings, they all felt authentic, both in language and characterization.
Each story has one particular main character. The first one we meet is Kere, a young girl with a strange gift in a very ancient land. I immediately sympathized with Kere. Her story is a difficult one and she’s a very likeable character, even when she is making mistakes. I spent most of the book worried for her, though. She faces many challenges and dangers, romantically, religiously, and personally.
The focus of the second story is Sam. It focuses on his love story (both with a woman and with art), but we still see glimpses of him through the years, well into his old age. Sam is so interesting I almost wish there was a book entirely about him. Though his story appears to end with this book, I’m hoping he’ll show up again later in the series.
The third story focuses on Jake Morgan, a professor, and his relationship with his wife and his grad assistant. It took me awhile to warm up to Jake. He’s a jerk to his wife, a jerk to his assistant, and he doesn’t realize what huge mistakes these are until it’s too late. His story is the least complete, however, which gives him opportunity to grow in future books.
Weaver is great at subtle descriptions. He gives such a clear picture of each setting for each story, but he manages to do it without resorting to large blocks of descriptive text. Instead he weaves the description into the action so that they compliment each other. The reader is able to really see the Persephone or the seaside of Anatolia.
Weaver manages a consistent style throughout the book, while still giving each character his or her own voice. Kere sounds just as much like a confused teen girl as Jake does a modern man. His writing can also be flowery, such as when the Goddesses appear or stark when Jake has an internal debate. He’s a chameleon when writing, but it’s still obvious that one writer is constructing the story. It’s a great trick for the structure of the books.
The appearances by the Goddesses are really intriguing. I really hope the rest of the series reveals their story more.
Rage cooled with time. Love faded, or was strangled, or became a memory that stretched icy hands through time and kept him awake in the hours when the moon would otherwise cradle the sleeping in it’s night. Grief, though…grief lived on, pulsing madly through veins and gouging numb hollows in chests with a sad rage all it’s own.
Read This If You Like:
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
The Many Lives of Avery Snow by Christy Sloat
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for a review. I did not receive any compensation for this review. All opinions here are my own.