** [This review contains plot hints and quotes but no spoilers.] **
I started "The Butterfly Sister" at 11:30pm Saturday and finished it at 3am Sunday. I simply was unable to put it down. I even felt guilty about a bathroom break. The writing was smooth and comfortable, the story compelling, and the themes all too close to home. I'd call this one a "light literary thriller for women" but wouldn't banish it to the labels of "chick lit" or "beach books" as some reviewers have. Sure, it's a story about love and loss, but it's much more than that.
"The Butterfly Sister" (Amy Gail Hansen's debut novel) is about a young woman who recently dropped out of a women's college during her senior year after a failed love affair and an attempted overdose. She had become overwhelmingly obsessed with brilliant, troubled female writers who committed suicide: Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Charlotte Perkins Gilman [at this point in my reading I took a mental inventory of my own life - an entire shelf devoted to each of these ladies, their biographies and criticism (check), suicide attempts (check), hmm, this plot is a little close to home...intrigued, I continued...but decided to put it down if it turned "too dark"]. Ruby has a mystery thrust upon her by an odd mix-up with luggage, and is forced to revisit the college and the ghosts of her past. She uncovers secrets that are much bigger than herself, while also facing down her own paranoia and delusions.
She revisits painful memories: "They say time heals all wounds, but I beg to differ. It seems time only deepens the scars."
She travels back to the intoxication of an all-encompassing love affair: "His world was his own creation. Mine was, too, until I fell in love with him. And then my world became a collection of the places we went to together ... If he wasn't with me, I wasn't alive. I could not drift into foreign lands beyond the pages of our love story."
She relives the pain of love lost: "How could he make love to me one day, and the next, tell me it's over? How does he sleep at night? Does he ever think of me? ... He has erased me from his memory to the point where he could pass me on the street or see me across a crowded room, and not even recognize me. Then again, I don't recognize myself."
She experiences tripping over the boundaries of sanity: "Reading, taking notes, constructing theories, and supporting those theories with concrete information from concrete materials made me feel rational. It made me feel sane. And if I stopped my mind from this cerebral process, I worried I'd see another dead woman writer in time. The irony did not escape me. In order to keep myself from going crazy, I had to study women of questionable sanity."
The back cover blurb asks: "But will finding the truth set Ruby free ... or send her over the edge of sanity?"
This book contains strong themes of depression, suicide, emotional abuse and manipulation of women, but also has an affirming message of women regaining their voices and power, an unexpected and meaningful twist, and a satisfying yet realistic conclusion. It leaves questions for you to ponder -- have you ever loved that deeply? how much of yourself would you give to a lover? could you lose yourself so totally that you couldn't find your way back? how do we manipulate others with the power of our affection? how much of our lives are guided by the demons of our past? It would make an excellent women's book club book, and the edition that I read has some nice extras in the back (Q&A with the author and discussion questions). William Morrow/HarperCollins "PS" trade paperback - Copyright 2013.
I'm delighted that this book randomly chose me in a small local bookstore that I spent less than five minutes browsing (because my husband was waiting in the car). I was just glancing at the shelves when I automatically kicked in to former-bookseller-mode and reshelved another book that had been carelessly left on the wrong shelf. "The Butterfly Sister" fell into my hands as I shifted books to make room ... I noticed the gorgeous antique lock on the cover, along with a glowing review calling it a "literary thriller" and "dark mystery" with a young female protagonist -- neatly describing my favorite genre. Coincidence? Who knows. I'm an impulse buyer of books, but have learned to trust my impulses, it lead to a lovely read, and for that I'm grateful. I'll be eagerly awaiting Hansen's next novel.