Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly

There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with Revolution, but there was something that kept me from connecting with the story. I don’t usually have as much trouble finding something to tie myself to in a book, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get into this book.

Andi is basically a mess, and even though she knows it, she refuses to acknowledge just how bad she is. She’s suffering greatly, but fights against that to maintain at least a slight resemblance to okay. It’s because of this that her father takes her to Paris and she starts a search in the pages of an old diary that ends with her finding a way to live the life she’s been given. I wasn’t in love with Andi’s character, but I understood her a little bit. I’ve never had such a loss as she had, but I still understand a bit of her desperation for something else in life besides the pain it is now.

There’s a tiny bit of romance in here, and I do think it’s just the right amount. Any less and Andi wouldn’t end up where she needs to be. Any more and it would have taken away from the main point of the story. Donnelly did do a fantastic job when it came to this.

I’m usually a huge fan of anything with historical context, but it wasn’t until the last 50 or so pages I actually became interested in the story. I felt like the novel dragged a bit and could have been a little bit neater, cleaner, and tighter. It took a long while to build up to the exciting part of the novel and I wish there either could have been more of the history or less of everything else. I’m not really sure which I’d prefer.

Overall, Revolution was not a bad book. I just didn’t find the connection I needed to fully enjoy it. I’m sure this book is loved by many for a reason, but for me, it just didn’t cut it.