I only have so many hours in a day and there are so many books out there that I want to read I find it hard to keep grinding away at a book that I just don’t care about. The Thirteen by Susie Moloney is one of those books. I know many people have loved it and the blurb, and cover, really grabbed my attention.
“Desperate Housewives” meets “The Witches of Eastwick” in this novel about a woman who returns with her teenage daughter to her childhood home, not knowing that she’s stepped back into a community run by a group of witches.
And maybe I didn’t keep reading long enough. I got about a third of the way through and just didn’t care. I didn’t understand what was going on, except that Paula and her daughter were obviously in danger. I knew the other women were witches, but I wasn’t invested in the story. I set it aside for a couple of days, picked it back up and still just didn’t feel like reading it. When I realized that I was avoiding reading when I actually had time to because I didn’t want to read it anymore, I set it aside for good.
I did peek to see how the story ended. I can’t say I was really surprised by the last few pages.
I think though, that the problem may have been with me and not with the book. I guess I was expecting sexy witches, a fun paranormal read, not middle age witches, desperately hanging on to something- I’m not quite sure what exactly, I didn’t get that far- willing to do whatever it takes, make whatever sacrifice they need to. They were creepy, but not gripping, and I didn’t want to spend any more time with them.
I’ll go ahead and leave you the links though. Like I mentioned, I know a lot of people who really enjoyed it. I guess it’s kind of chick lit horror, neither genre is one I actually read much of.
Published March 27, 2012 by William Morrow Paperbacks, an imprint of Harper Collins
Book source: For review