Unresolved plot and incoherent story-telling.
Growing up with her ability meant a lonely existence. Once the people around her divulged their dark, deepest secrets, they stay away from her like she carries the bubonic plague. She has a tough time getting close to anyone; she walks around unhappy, lonely and burdened with guilt. It’s hard to figure out what Maggie really wants out of her life because as soon as she gives herself a chance to be happy, she goes and consciously makes herself unhappy. This is the story of how a teenager coped with the burden of guilt, ever present grief and an ability that’s more a curse than a blessing.
This book could’ve been one of those that would tug at your heart strings but sadly, all it evoked was a feeling of cold detachment for the characters. And even with the tragedy that had happened to her older sister when they were kids, this book failed to bring out emotions characteristic of a story dealing with death. It also suffered from a loosely-written plot that, in all honesty, lacked any cohesiveness to make it work.
Maggie’s uncanny ability to urge willing confessions from everyone was what drew me to this book in the first place but sadly, it wasn’t really explored. Aside from the sob stories that the kids around her would confess to, there wasn’t anything of worth. Maggie kept arriving at the wrong decisions that led her to make mistakes left and right. And yet, I couldn’t even bring myself to yell at her while I was reading the book. I just couldn’t give two sh*ts about what happens to her. And that is tragic.
Over all, this book was a disappointment.
My rating: 2 out of 5 Stars