This is the second time I have tried to write this review. There is so much I want to say, so many things I want to touch upon, and I don’t even know where to begin.
Pictures of You was fantastic, beautifully written, beautifully structured, unique and familiar and completely overwhelming. It wasn’t flawless, but it was pretty close to it, and Caroline Leavitt has owned her spot on my shelf.
I have been putting off reading this book. I knew it was going to knock me down, and it did, and I read this book slowly and then quickly and finished it in somewhere around a week. I sat in a cabin and looked at the ocean and read a few paragraphs before stopping again. I did this for hours, let the words digest in my stomach. I did this the right way.
Pictures of You is about Isabelle Stein and April Nash, two women who meet on strange circumstances and never really meet. The book is not about this at all.
Isabelle is a woman running from her life. She ran when she was a teenager and now she is running again. This time she can’t count the reasons on her hand, and she is older, and it is the right thing, and it is what she needs. She knows she deserves better. She is one side of the crash.
April is a woman running from her life, though her story, the whole story, isn’t revealed until the end. She is running and then there he is, her son, in the back of the car asking her where they’re going. Suddenly things aren’t so simple anymore. They were never simple. She is the other side of the crash.
April is killed instantly. Isabelle wakes up in a hospital and no one will tell her what has happened, what she did, or if everyone is alright. And when she does learn the truth, she goes home, and she doesn’t come out.
This book covers a long period of time, every stage of grieving and then some, and everything that happens after. It covers the grieving that never ends, that open wound no one can see, and Isabelle has dozens of them. Her relationship with Charlie Nash begins this way. They have their grief in common, and they could’ve known each other any other way, but they didn’t. They fall in love. And true to how it always is, Charlie’s son Sam gets caught directly in the middle.
Pictures of You is about love and grief and coincidence and fate and things that just happen and things we just do and Pictures of You is about real people facing real things like Life and having to do it with bravery and strength and still falling flat on their faces. Pictures of You is about the human heart.
The writing was beautiful. The book moved slowly, as did the story, but I was patient watching the book unwind, unfold, continuing to see things that hadn’t even been there minutes before.
Storylines I never would’ve expected came up out of nowhere and I found that I wasn’t surprised, because they really were there all along. I just wasn’t paying attention.
This book had me thinking, about life and love and mistakes we make and grudges we hold, though mostly it is only against ourselves. If there is one thing about this book that didn’t sit well with me it was that the writing felt a little flat at times, but then it would be right back to that top level, to that bar barely anyone can reach, one that Leavitt has a tighter grip on than anything I’ve seen.
There was so much story, so much plot, and it just kept getting bigger and bigger and better and better and that is realistic. There were so many human feelings that all of the characters had and they were realistic.
There were people falling in love and being reckless. There were people learning to forgive themselves. And it worked. And this story is realistic. And Caroline Leavitt is gifted more than I can say.
I loved the imagery. First, the photography. I love photography, pictures, cameras and film and the way holding a camera feels. I have always wanted an old film camera, a Nikon or a Canon that I could run around with. Isabelle gives Sam the inspiration to do just that. And Isabelle takes April’s place.
Second, the angels. Sam thinks Isabelle is an angel, sent to him to deliver a message from his mother. He wants to tell people about what happened, about what he saw, but he can’t. He loves Isabelle and she takes April’s place.
Isabelle was never going to take April’s place. She couldn’t. But shecarved out a new place for herself, and they adapted, and then things changed again and the story took a different path and Caroline Leavitt surprised me again.
I don’t know how to wrap this up. Random things I want to say about this book keep popping up into my mind, but I can’t keep track of them. I loved this book. I love Caroline Leavitt.
Pictures of You is something to wait for, and it is worth it.