My friend recommended Katherine Pancol‘s books to me so I grabbed the first one The yellow eyes of crocodiles and started to read.
The beginnig of the book moved on a little slowly but I was persistent and continued reading. After a while I started to enjoy the story. It was a story of growth, a survival story of a woman and a story of her family relations. After almost 700 pages, as the book ended, I was pleased that I didn’t give up. I liked Josephine and hoped the best for her. And I decided to read the second part of the trilogy, The Slow Waltz of the Turtles.
I don’t know why but the second book was a little different. There was violence, murder, subordination, exercise of power and more. I was confused, where did this come from and why? There was Josephine and her problems with love and life, but I started to read a novel about relationships and life. I didn’t start to read a crime novel. It almost felt like Katherine Pancol didn’t know what she wanted to write so she put in a little bit of everything. And, after almost 800 pages I was dissapointed. I didn’t want all those ugly things to happen in these books, the story didn’t seem like that. Of course life is not always pretty, but all the things that happen to Josephines sister Iris, well, just too much, when you think about this trilogy.
I’m still thinking if I want to read the third part, The Squirrels of Central Park are Sad on Mondays. I guess I have to, so I’ll know what’s going to happen to Josephine. But before that I’m going to take a little break and read something else. These books are so chucky that you just don’t read them like that, in a couple of days. I have to prepare myself before I read the last one, because it’s going to be heavy, I’m sure of that.