Release Date: February 8, 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Gothic, YA
Source: Received in exchange for review
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Losing Holly is the hardest thing Jane has ever had to endure ... until Holly comes back.
Best friends Jane and Holly have jumped off the bluff over their Alabama reservoir hundreds of times. But one day, Holly’s jump goes wrong. Her body never comes up, yet something else does—a sad creature of mud, full of confusion and sorrow. It’s Holly, somehow, trapped and mixed up with the river. And if Jane can’t do something to help, Holly will take everybody down with her—even the people they love the most.
Blending Looking for Alaska’s theme of lost friendship with Stephen King’s sense of small-town horror, The Drowned Forest is a Southern gothic tale of grief, redemption, and the mournful yearning of an anguished soul.
I don’t even know anymore. Seriously, what the flip was this? The whole time I read this, I was thinking: no No NO NOOOO. A complete disaster? Pretty much, seeing that I DNFed it and cannot think of one major likeable aspect. Not even a minor one. I’ll say you’re wasting your time if you try this. Though please, if you think you’ll be satisfied in the end or are curious, go ahead. But I totally, totally warned you.
My first quibble with The Drowning Forest was the main character. Quite simply put, she’s an idiot who legitimately does not know what to do with her life apart from preach to God. Sure, I have no issue with a book to have that, but every. single. chapter. preach. preach. preach. Girl, is there anything else you can do but complain and pray to God about Holly–your dead friend?
How could I spend hours praying and not sense one glimmer of [God]? Last Tuesday, I decided it must be a test. God couldn’t really leave me; it was a test of faith. I knelt here for hours, Holly, not getting up for a sip of water, praying until my tongue got gummy and stuck to the teeth. Praying while the carpet chewed my knees raw, then offering the pain up as a sign of devotion. Tim was just worried about me, but when he wouldn’t leave me alone, I threatened to push him down the stairs.
As you can see, Jane has pretty much become obsessed with praying. I’m not saying I am against praying–damn I pray as well but this is a novel! I am not reading a diary, I am reading a story. Where is my plot line? I don’t want to be reading about praying for 80% of these 240 pages when I’m supposed to be reading a gothic-like setting along with a creepy tone and full of intrigue story line.
What you can also tell by the above quote, is that Jane likes to talk to her best friend Holly like she’s an alive and living person. Constantly. It put me off and I did not see the point of it. Maybe because I only reached 18% in? Nonetheless, I have no effort left in me to urge through more of this book. Furthermore, that quote also presents of how ungrateful this protagonist is. She’s gonna throw someone down the stairs because they are concerned about her well being. I mean, are you joking? I get it, your friend died but now you want someone else (a family member) to also die/get fatally injured when you throw them down the stairs? What a bitch.
Another reason why I hated Jane’s guts was how so quickly she makes assumptions, gets so opinionated and really short tempered.
“Jane, give me the knife if you’re not going to be careful.”
“I’m being careful! You yell at me to come do this, then you hover over me like I’m six. Let me do it.”
Mom reaches for the knife. “Jane, let me–” I jerk back. The blade skates across the edge of her palm, and Mom’s yelp silences the chatter in my head. Clutching her hand–blood runs and smears–Mom glares at me like she hates me.
Apart from the rat Jane is, I must agree with her on one point. Why is her mom hovering over her like she can’t cut tomatoes when she called Jane down to cut them in the first place? Just not logical at all. So in summary, I was not a fan of ANY of these characters–all were overly opinionated, short tempered and asses. Still wanna read this?
The Drowning Forest was a total disappointment–or should I say disaster. Even though this was a short novel, I couldn’t delve any further even if someone gave me some chocolate ice-cream (hmm…actually I might consider that…).
~Thank you Flux for sending me this copy!~
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