At age fifteen, Kizzie Bartholomew meets the man responsible for her father's death. Only thing is, he died in the same car crash that turned Kizzie's world upside down. Kizzie spends the next ten years fighting a fear of insanity as visitors from the other side beg for her help in delivering messages to their loved ones. Kizzie’s dual life begins—designer by day, messenger by night.
With her best friend's help, and a homeless man's unexpected friendship, Kizzie begins to accept her extraordinary talent only to discover she is not alone in getting requests from those who have left this world for another. Slowly, Kizzie and her friends begin to unravel the mystery of the visitors even as a different form of communication is revealed—one that terrifies Kizzie to her very core.
Wonderful read!! Didn't want to put it down. If only we could all have the friendships and connections like Kizzie has in her life. Kim Talon brings the heart wrenching reality of how the loss of loved ones effects those left behind in a beautiful descriptive way leaving the reader feeling hopeful and at peace. Kim Talon reminds us that even those that have next to nothing are often those that have the most to give. Thanks Strings!
The potential in this book was huge, but it was terrible. The blurb drew me in - it really sounded fascinating - but the reality was far from it. It read like a twelfth grade essay, but longer. Rather than being whatever it was touted in the blurb, it was little more than a cheesy romance (with a few awkward sex scenes). The supernatural element really seemed to be secondary. And the messages? "I'm fine, go on with your life". Nothing mind-blowing.
Cheesy dialogue. One-dimensional characters. Way too much detail over mundane happenings - eg. "She picked up milk, eggs, whole wheat bread, a fat wedge of extra sharp cheddar, some of her favorite cream crackers, a half-pound of butter, and a pre-mixed Caesar salad. She also grabbed another tub of yoghurt, a carton of 2% milk, a small bunch of bananas, and a huge bag of empire apples." To me, this is the literary version of Facebook oversharing. I don't care about your fucking grocery list. I bought shit and I cooked shit. That's all that needs to be in there. You don't need to be Hemingway sparse, but that level of detail is completely unnecessary. This: "You're Mom radar is working overtime." How did this get past an editor? At one point, she mixes up the characters, and Aggie is complaining about the baby moving and keeping her awake. Did this book even get edited? And I know this is really petty, but the character names really grated on me - Kizzie and Aggie? Really? For grown adults?
Strings and Bones has an interesting premise. The main character is likable, and you are rooting for her. But the overall storytelling did not gel with me. Each major conflict turned out to be concern over no actual consequence. The pacing was very jerky, leaving me to wonder if there was an outline for the plot. The side characters felt one-dimensional and goody-goody. The love interest was borderline insta-love. Although it may not sound like it, I did enjoy the reading experience and felt compelled to keep reading. However, I was really expecting some of the plot elements to come together at the conclusion. Alas, that did not happen.