Review: ‘The Brightest Star in the Sky’ by Marian Keyes

6539596._UY250_SS250_If I ever want an easy, enjoyable read I will invariably turn to Marian Keyes, and on the whole ‘The Brightest Star in the Sky’ didn’t disappoint. Much like her book ‘Rachel’s Holiday’, though, ‘Brightest Star’ at its heart deals with some heavy and uncomfortable issues in a sensitive and appropriate manner, making us sit a little straighter and look harder for the brightness in the dark.

The narrative ‘star’ is a cute idea, although for me the changing type fonts every now and then weren’t necessary, as the star is pretty easy to follow throughout. Following the lives of the residents of Star Street, it’s looking for a home and needs to find the right heartbeat to know where to roost.

The characters are interesting and, considering there’s so many of them, believably fleshed out. My favourites had to be Matt and Maeve, despite how utterly heartbreaking I found their real story (no spoilers) – they’re the rollercoaster of Star Street and will move you from laughter to tears in the blink of an eye.

It was a decent range of characters as well; just-turned-40 Katie, making-ends-meet Lydia, deeply unsatisfied Andrei, bizarre and kooky elderly psychic Jemima…The list alone keeps you on your toes, and allows for all those deliciously frustrating mini-cliffhangers throughout ‘Brightest Star’ that will keep you turning the page long after you thought you’d pop your book down and get some sleep.

There was one teeny, tiny, wee issue right at the very end for me: we learn through Maeve’s story that the world can be cruel and unjust, and that’s the sad reality we live in. No superheroes, no white knights, not always a happy ending. So Maeve’s ex-boyfriend Dave’s comeuppance rankled me. I hasten to add I definitely wanted him to be punished for his crimes, but we see the statistics and attitudes every day: the likelihood of this happening conventionally was sadly slim. So whilst satisfying in one sense to see him meet his supernatural justice, it also undermined the message from Maeve’s final chapters: that the system still struggles to identify victims and perpetrators, and that we still let people down when it comes to such atrocious crimes. It was too unreal for me, even despite the idea of the future lifeform being a narrator as the central concept of the book.

However, in true form ‘The Brightest Star’ is a Keyes masterpiece of humour, gritty reality and a rollercoaster of emotions – and one that I would recommend to keep you company until the long nights have drawn away.

Review: ‘The Woman Who Stole My Life’ by Marian Keyes

41vmazlew0l-_sx323_bo1204203200_I love a bit of Marian Keyes, and ‘The Woman Who Stole My Life’ was hideously addictive – for both good and (sort of) bad reasons.

The good: I loved main character Stella. She was everything a normal human female is, and therefore someone whose journey you end up feeling quite personally. You want her to be happy, to resolve conflicts, to be successful…although, of course, you can’t always get what you want! Likewise Mannix was great, if a little confusing in his initial descriptions as to his looks (he later became the God of all things sexy, it was a little skewed from his early depiction!), and again an incredibly real character.

Which leads to the niggle of the bad, and yet a bad that is entirely addictive for its own reasons. There was not a single character outside of these pair that felt realistic; they were all stereotypes (the businesswoman, the artist, the hippy chick, the moody teen – you name it, it was there!) and selfish stereotypes at that. I was screaming at Stella throughout the book about how awful these people were to her, but as I’ve said this was addictive in itself for making you want to see her through to her own personal happily-ever-after to spite these selfish people! Perhaps they were this way to deliberately highlight the ‘right path’ and the ‘good life’ options facing Stella, but my God they made my blood boil in the process!

It was refreshing to see an honest portrayal of money; in books involving New York and potential high-level success, money often gets to be this magical object with no real limit, but this wasn’t the case here. For Roland and his debts, Stella and her ability to live in New York, Ryan and his karmic mission, all money had a value and a limit, and it was interesting to see how this created the stresses we all know and fear at times in our lives. Nothing in this book was unmovable but neither was it wiped away by unrealistic pots of gold or good fortune; this book is enjoyable because, at the core of it, it contains things we’ve all felt and worried about, and shows us the light at the end of the tunnel without blinding us.

It’s a fabulous night-time obsession, and ‘The Woman Who Stole My Life’ will not disappoint you when you inevitably look up and realise you forgot to sleep because you were too busy reading – just remember to keep blinking!


“One day, sitting in traffic, married Dublin mum Stella Sweeney attempts a good deed. The resulting car crash changes her life.

For she meets a man who wants her telephone number (for the insurance, it turns out). That’s okay. She doesn’t really like him much anyway (his Range Rover totally banjaxed her car).

But this chance meeting sparks a chain of events which will take Stella thousands of miles from her old life, turning an ordinary woman into a superstar, and, along the way, wrenching her whole family apart.

Is this all because of one ill-advised act of goodwill? Was meeting Mr Range Rover destiny or karma? Should she be grateful or hopping mad? For the first time real, honest-to-goodness happiness is just within her reach. But is Stella Sweeney, Dublin housewife, ready to grasp it?”

Review: “The Mystery of Mercy Close’ by Marian Keyes

Another Walsh family drama, this one a clever mix of light-and-airy with dark-and-scary, in discovering Helen Walsh’s Shovel List, dislike of small talk and battle with recurring chronic depression. It’s a real rollercoaster in knowing where you are at any one point, and in that sense it seems that Keyes has succeeded in exploring the day-to-day struggles of someone suffering with depression, and it was this chronicle that was the most interesting element of the book.

Don’t hold your hats for an epic Jay Parker/Bronagh Blake bust up reveal; it’s really not as interesting as I was holding out for, and underplaying somewhat considering the juicy hints dropped throughout the novel. However, the Wayne Diffney reveal, although long and sometimes arduous in its coming, was well worth the wait, and a surprising twist that should have been evident miles away; clever yet understated in a brilliant way.

As I’ve said, my favourite (and I choose that word carefully, aware it’s not apt) element of ‘Mercy Close’ was Helen’s struggle with depression. Here is a character who doesn’t suffer fools or social convention gladly, with a few setbacks but nothing edging on the point of disaster, and yet it was so utterly convincing that she was fighting a blackness never seen but eternally felt that it became a fascination. Here wasn’t a dive into the throes of misery and self-pity, but a normal woman ploughing on with life with her demons trailing her despite her best efforts to appear ‘well’. It was so refreshingly honest in a breezy, ‘this is how it is’ almost factual way. Keyes makes something that most of us cannot empathise with part of a regular life so that, finally, there is an alternative window into something so devastating, and it’s not the window portraying hyperbole but reality.

The rest could almost be inconsequential; my reason for persevering was to find out how Helen would recover, because she is an inherently likeable character for her brutal honesty. Wayne’s discovery came second, but the interest in Laddz and the potential scam at large faded quickly; those elements became a bit too cliched, and fortunately they weren’t perhaps at the forefront, although I feel their positioning in terms of importance is up to the individual reader.

Overall, it’s a combination of a beach read and something that will keep you up at night pledging ‘just one more chapter, that’s all’. Helen’s journey is intriguing as a character suffering something unknowable if you haven’t experienced it, and the insight is invaluable; Mercy Close is just a convenient vessel for Helen’s own personal lows and highs.

Review: ‘Anybody Out There’ by Marian Keyes

I feel like I’m getting into Marian Keyes’ work a bit late, but it’s definitely a case of better late than never. It’s a pretty difficult book to review without giving things away though, so if you don’t want to know then don’t read on!

‘Anybody Out There’ is a touching, heartbreaking yet reaffirming novel based on how the tragedy of a young woman goes through the stages of grief to eventually find that, despite life going on, memories are always out there.

Personally, I found it fairly easy to guess at what had happened to Anna Walsh, the Ireland girl living the dream in New York. My friends, however, all had different (and inaccurate) theories over the mysterious circumstances behind Anna’s battered state and return to Ireland, including the idea that she was the victim of domestic abuse. What I loved about Keyes’ hints at the devastation behind Anna’s gradual recovery and clamour to return to the Big Apple was that it didn’t feel like she was purposely hiding information. Instead, it felt as though we were living through Anna, going through her denial and her coping mechanisms in order to follow her path from physical to psychological recovery.

Having this punctuated with the lives of Anna’s family and friends also aided this: Anna is seen to be coping amongst life, not separately to it, and as such her recovery becomes all the more challenging in the face of the ever-changing world around her. The notion of her first wedding alone, her friend having a child amidst her loss, and the comic relief of Helen’s attempt at espionage were all interweaved in the fabric of Anna’s journey, allowing Keyes to contextualise the notion of recovery instead of unrealistically isolating it. As such, it becomes a relatable novel.

Equally, Anna’s desperation to contact her husband, Aidan, is also incredibly heart-breaking, and Keyes’ inclusion of psychic worlds ironically sticks within the realms of reality to maintain the honest and emotional reality of grief. The visits to the Church of Spiritualist Communication highlight how well Keyes used Anna’s search for a method of talking to Aidan. The temptation must have been there, to have Anna communicate with her husband through a psychic medium, but resisting this allowed the novel to maintain its credibility, instead using the others within the support group to guide Anna towards her resolution. The group’s disbandment at the end of the novel shows this clearly: they were all props to help one another through the grieving process, and the transformation that Anna sees in Mitch during and after her attendance of these sessions is equally demonstrative of this. I must say though, despite Anna being denied psychic visitations from Aidan, the final scene with the butterfly is a welcome romanticised break from reality, closing the novel on the premise that death isn’t the end, and that somebody really is out there to watch over those they leave behind.

The only bit I really struggled to comprehend was Anna’s anger over Aidan’s son. Thinking about it afterwards, it seems like Anna’s anger is displaced onto Aidan’s son, when really she is angry at him being taken from her. But still, it is only with hindsight that I really considered this as her motive, and as such her issue with Aidan’s son feels a little contrived. However, because it is never singularly at the forefront for long periods, this is easily remedied by the rest of the plot.

The concept that resonated most with me from ‘Anybody Out There’ was the idea of Aidan, not Anna, being frightened and alone. Anna’s pleas that he wouldn’t like being dead were some of the most poignant of the novel, mostly because everyone wonders about life after death. The idea of the unknown being fearful for those left behind is not uncommon, and Anna’s concern for her husband’s wellbeing even after he is gone is beautifully written. The end certainly reconciles the notion of questioning if anyone is out there with the idea of continuation: life cannot be continually marred by death, otherwise the world would cease to function. Instead, Anna Walsh teaches us that it is possible to continue, and that the end is not the end, but the beginning of a new part of our lives.