Sally Rooney. Or so “they” say. I just finished the 28 year olds second novel, Normal People. Eldest was mostly right about Rooney’s core readership.
From inside the cover:
“Sally Rooney brings her brilliant psychological acuity and perfectly spare prose to a story that explores the subtleties of class, the electricity of first love and the complex entanglements of family and friendship.”
Two-thirds of the way through I texted Eldest who devoured it in one marathon session:
“Normal People. Past half way, but having a wee problem with the intensity of their feelings for one another and their proclivity to spurn one another. Doesn’t ring true to me.”
Eldest, at 26 years young, is in a much better position than me to assess the believability of two characters in their early 20’s and she respectfully pushed back, to which I wrote:
“Yes, but in my experience, that’s the diff between high school and college. In college you quit caring what your friends think of your bfriend/gfriend.”
That prompted the most Millennial of texts:
“Hahahahahahaha. I WISH!”
Sadly, it appears I’m losing touch with today’s young adults.
By the end, the story not only rang true, it left me immobilized in my reading chair, like a great film sometimes does. The last sentence of my favorite review of the book resonated most with me:
“It is a long time since I cared so much about two characters on a page.”
And to think she’s just getting started. Here’s hoping expectations don’t take a toll.