THE MOON SISTERS, by Therese Walsh, is a great story, well told, with grief, and biscuits, and tattoos. It is the story of two young women, Olivia and Jazz, who've lost their mother. On the heels of her death, they are unanchored from their place inside the world, their sense of home and all its easy truths. Olivia, the dreamer, sets off for Cranberry Glades with their mother's ashes, in search of the will-o-the-wisp ghost lights that could set everything to rights. Jazz, her more practical sister, tries to stop the trip before it starts. When that fails, she goes along to keep the journey inside the boundaries of sense and self-control.
But it's not that kind of trip. The path these sisters take is hard and wild and ragged. Along the way, Olivia and Jazz fight like demons -- and hold to each other like salvation. This is a novel about grief and persistence, about dreams gone awry and dreams that must be followed to the end. It is a tale both lyrical and biting, moving through the swell and ebb of loss and mourning. It is not an easy trip, and the end is anything but predictable.
Like the journey itself, Walsh's characters are complex and satisfying. From a half-blind synesthete to a train-hopping tattoo-boy, they are freshly inked, unique. At the same time, they are utterly familiar, a mirror held to the best (and craziest) parts of any family. You've never met these girls before but, already, you know them. Their voices resonate off the page. Olivia, the synesthete, thinks that "what-ifs . . . tasted an awful lot like cheese from a can." While Jazz believes that, "Some things were meant to fly, and others were bound by their roots." Together, these two very different voices come alive inside the journey, with all its twists, its bogs and turns and heavy secrets.
As the girls travel towards Cranberry Glades, they move back and forth in time, in memories and letters and in imagination. Several generations come together with repeated themes and questions. What defines a good life? Are all dreams worthy ventures? And what is the cost, the ultimate cost, of letting go? At the end of the path, there are no easy, Disney-patterned answers. There are no tidy resolutions. THE MOON SISTERS is a journey with both wings and roots, one that left me someplace else from where I started. It's a trip in every sense, a place to lose yourself, to hop a train, to lose your sight and fall . . . and then? And then, get up, again, of course. Get up and keep on walking, eyes wide, in spite of blindness. This is a book I will not forget, and one that will not leave me.