Sometimes, a book has a way of hijacking you from your life. I love when that happens.
Amy Bloom's "Lucky Us" first entered my orbit over the weekend via one of those infernal lists (that we're also guilty of around these parts) of new must-reads. The time period in which the novel is set—1939-1949—is one of my preoccupations, so. Note to self, I thought. Then on Tuesday, with half an hour to kill, I popped into Barnes & Noble to grab a coffee, and there on the front table was "Lucky Us," beckoning me.
Oh, I'll just read a few pages while I'm waiting for my coffee, I thought. With my Nook, I can read for free in the store, so I downloaded the book, read the first few pages, at which time my coffee was ready, and it was time to leave. So I hit "purchase" real quick before I left the store. Aaaand we're off. Or at least, I was.
The first two sentences: "My father's wife died. My mother said we should drive down to his place and see what might be in it for us."
The first person narrator here is 12-year old Eva, whose mother leaves her with the newly widowed Edgar and his 16-year old daughter Iris and takes off. Without much preamble, at least of the narrative sort, the half-sisters seem to bond, and when Iris decides to leave Ohio and head to Hollywood intent on film stardom, Eva joins her.
This is partly why I don't want to tell you too much about the plot. I'm itching to, but no. This is a novel to jump into blind and trust. A few things it won't hurt to know: This isn't a war story; though it takes place in the shadow of World War II, the war is more background than foreground. It's a book about creating your self and your family and finding your way in a world that can be unforgiving but still beautiful and redemptive.