THE ACCIDENT SEASON
by Moïra Fowley-Doyle
Paperback: 288 pages
Penguin Random House UK (July 2, 2015)
Penguin Random House US (August 18, 2015)
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It's the accident season, the same time every year. Bones break, skin tears, bruises bloom.
The accident season has been part of seventeen-year-old Cara's life for as long as she can remember. Towards the end of October, foreshadowed by the deaths of many relatives before them, Cara's family becomes inexplicably accident-prone. They banish knives to locked drawers, cover sharp table edges with padding, switch off electrical items - but injuries follow wherever they go, and the accident season becomes an ever-growing obsession and fear.
But why are they so cursed? And how can they break free?
Dear The Accident Season,
If I'm being completely honest here, I don't even know where to begin with you. I was so darn excited to read you, and when I received you in the mail? Yeah, major freaking out happened, because you were the one book that eluded me at BEA this year. I was totes too tired on the last day I was there, and ended up leaving before you were set out. I didn't even realize I had done that until I looked at my schedule from that day later that night. Anyways, I picked you up right after I discarded my mailing envelope, and immediately began reading, only to wonder to myself, "Is this the same book that I was looking forward to?"
Yes, I asked myself that. Over and over, in fact, because the whole 'accident season' part? It was mainly the background issue of your entire story. I mean, sure, there were some accidents here and there, but nothing like what I was expecting. The majority of you is centered around Cara and her constantly trying to find a missing school girl friend (that hardly anyone else remembers being around), because Cara thinks it's weird that she is in all of her old photos on her phone. Yeah, it is creepy, but it was annoying to read about repeatedly. It just didn't have that 'hook' to grab me, and make ME want to find HER too, and meanwhile, I kept internally screaming, WHAT ABOUT THE ACCIDENTS?! I didn't care about your characters, and when that happens, I lose my interest pretty quickly. I'll admit I set you to the side....quite a few times. I hate doing that to books, but I was hoping that by walking by you one day, my interest would be piqued again. No such luck. Any sight of you just filled me with dread, because I knew I needed to finish you.
I think what frustrates me the most about you, The Accident Season, is that I feel mislead by your synopsis, and that sucks, because I wanted THAT book instead of you. I know that's kind of a sucky reason to rate a book bad, when I expected one thing and got another, but I can't help how it effected my feelings overall. You were a short read filled with strange scenes, few accidents, an insane party, drugs, smoking, alcohol, and generally overall confusing aspects. Besides my peeve that I won't mention anymore in fear of doing exactly what you did throughout your entire 288 pages, I was weirded out by the fact that there was love between "siblings". I don't know. Technically, they aren't siblings/step-siblings 'anymore', but they still live together and they basically still act like a family. A relationship blooms and along with that relationship, so did my weirded-out-ness. Plus the fact that she also has other 'encounters' with other characters in you, which makes me feel like I couldn't be okay with the kinda-sibling-a-tion-ship even if I wanted to be, because I'm not sure how genuine the feelings are. No swoony love? = No Becca Love.
I will admit: Once I hit your twenty or so last pages, my interest finally perked up. THIS! This was what I wanted during the entire book. Sadly, I had to force myself through all of those pages beforehand, before I started liking you. If I had to say one thing about you, The Accident Season, it would be....'I didn't like you at all until the end. The end," and because of that (and because I can't give halfsies), I leave you with one star.
Peeved, Deceived, and Weirded-OUT,