Book thoughts: the moon is missing, by Jenni Ogden

The blurb: Georgia Grayson has perfected the art of being two people: a neurosurgeon on track to becoming the first female Director of Neurosurgery at a large London hospital, and a wife and mother. Home is her haven where, with husband Adam’s support, she copes with her occasional anxiety attacks. That is until her daughter, 15-year-old Lara, demands to know more about Danny, her mysterious biological father from New Orleans who died before she was born. "Who was he? Why did he die? WHO AM I?” Trouble is, Georgia can’t tell her. As escalating panic attacks prevent her from operating, and therapy fails to bring back the memories she has repressed, fractures rip through her once happy family. Georgia sees only one way forward; to return to New Orleans where Danny first sang his way into her heart, and then to the rugged island where he fell to his death. Somehow she must uncover the truth Lara deserves, whatever the cost. 

My thoughts: This is a tough one for me,

I wanted to love it, but had to force myself to get through it. I didn’t particularly like the main character; Georgia. I found her too whinny and just irritating in general. I felt like the characters all tended to chop and change personality wise. Lara the daughter was stroppy teen one minute and all wise and together the next, Adam the husband was devoted, loving and caring to start then distant and cheating the next. It just didn’t ring true for me at all, there were also far to many convenient moments, and all the locations had my head spinning, which okay, isn’t that hard to do these days, thanks to my Crohn’s, but still. 

The first part of the novel was very slow and tedious, part two finally saw some action, thanks to hurricane Katrina, then part three we were back to the slow crawl. 

I honestly couldn’t find much to like about this book at all. I felt as if the author just decided I want this to happen so it did, there was no real skill to it, or clever twists. 

There were also random characters thrown in for seemingly pointless reasons, like the old friend who gives her the LP and an old photo of her and Danny, I forget his name. What was the point in him, surely the great grandmother, or Danny’s father could have been roped in for that. 

It failed to evoke any real emotion in me either and didn’t feel believable. 

That said we are all different and if we all liked the same things the world would be a boring place, but this isn’t a book I would be recommending to anyone and this isn’t an author I’ll be looking out for in the future.

I got this book for free from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Which makes me feel extra bad that I didn’t like it, but an honest review is what they ask for and so an honest review is what they got. 

Love and hugs all and as always I ask that you forgive any errors in spelling or grammar, or muddling of words and names, in this and any other posts of mine, my Crohn’s gives me horrendous brain fog sometimes and causes me to make the most infuriating mistakes, but it is what it is I guess. 

And remember to stay healthy cause the alternative sucks!