Frankie’s story was so well developed, all of the side characters bring a life to her world, that in contrast Pearl felt very flat in the narrative. It may work functionally, but the feel is all wrong. There were sections that seemed to link better than others, but overall I felt like Pearl’s inclusion in the story was a little like mismatched socks. And then I would read Pearl’s sections and feel so distracted by the story at hand. I would be at home and looking forward to Frankie’s story, because I wanted to know more about her and her life, and if she would leave the orphanage, and if she would fall in love, and if she would find a home in her family. I had so many conflicting feelings while reading this book. The cultural aspects of historic Chicago were as true as they were heart breaking, and I loved the way Ruby portrayed it.
The writing was lovely, truly wonderful and I felt like I was in the world while reading. I just… I don’t know why that bothered me so much with this book and not with The Book Thief, but here we are. Oh my god, I was so annoyed with the narrator being the ghost.
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