A Brother’s Perspective: The Unwritten Characters and Untapped Depths in Everything She Wanted
I’m P. E. Williams, and in my sister Martinette’s debut novel, Everything She Wanted, I am the brother who doesn’t exist. Reading “Madeline’s story” is a disorienting experience—like viewing our shared life through a carnival mirror that erases me entirely. This isn’t just an oversight; it’s a deliberate narrative choice that inflicts a particular kind of wound.
This review is not just about that absence, but about the story’s broader limitations: its flattening of our family, its reliance on simplistic character arcs, and the complex, powerful narrative it could have been.
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The Silence Where a Brother Should Be
My absence from these pages is complete. That decision speaks volumes—especially given our history.
As adults, we had one particularly devastating exchange. Not a childish fight, but a deliberate, cutting confession. Martinette told me that her life was ruined the day I was born. That she had wished our mother had aborted me. In the same breath—fully aware of my history with severe depression and suicidal thoughts—she said she wished I had gone through with it.
These aren’t exaggerations. They are her words. And they cast a long shadow over how I interpret the choices she made in writing this book.
Though there have been moments of reconciliation, they often felt orchestrated—driven more by external pressures or convenience than sincere change. In recent years, and especially recent weeks, I’ve been either stonewalled or gaslit despite my best efforts to rebuild the bridge. She’s my older sister. I love her. Even if it’s not mutual.
Still, I want to be fair—and honest. Not just about my erasure, but about the way this story does a disservice to the truth of all the people it fictionalizes. Those who deserved more than being reduced to caricatures.
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Family Flattened: The Missed Complexity
The portrayal of our parents is a prime example of the novel’s tendency to oversimplify.
Dad is rendered mostly as a cold, critical lawyer. Mum appears as his quiet, enabling partner. But this depiction sidesteps the real complexities and sacrifices they made—like emigrating from South Africa for a better life in New Zealand. Or the substantial financial support they gave Martinette (Madeline), including living expenses during her four years of university, while she accumulated significant student debt for qualifications she has since largely set aside, both professionally and personally.
They also paid for her wedding, and a large deposit on her first home. The novel’s claim that she paid for flights to the “Bay of Islands Airport” is simply untrue—they paid for those, too.
The “abuse” Madeline describes often reads more like a frustrated parent reacting—perhaps harshly—to decisions he viewed as reckless. That context is nowhere to be found in the narrative.
As a writer, I see this as a missed opportunity. Families aren’t binary systems of heroes and villains. They are messy, contradictory tapestries of love, resentment, generosity, misunderstanding, and forgiveness. By reducing our parents to one-dimensional antagonists, the story sacrifices the emotional complexity that would have made them real.
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Madeline’s World: A Narrative Centered on Self
Madeline’s journey is intensely self-focused.
She occasionally admits flaws—calling herself “paranoid and insecure,” or an “idiot” after interactions with Daniel—but these moments rarely lead to meaningful growth. Instead, the story defaults to external blame: Daniel’s unreliability, her parents’ perceived cruelty, her social world’s failures.
This framing—where emotional turmoil always stems from others—lends the book a tone of narcissistic self-preservation.
The male characters suffer the same lack of depth. Daniel, the “bad boy,” is largely a vessel for Madeline’s emotional upheaval. His excuse—“I’m not over my ex”—becomes a repetitive device to justify his commitment issues, even as he initiates intimacy and shows possessiveness. Nick, in contrast, is presented as a nearly flawless savior figure. He enters just as Daniel exits, offering stability and resolution.
This binary—Daniel the tormentor, Nick the redeemer—feels manufactured. It avoids the messiness of real relationships and robs both men of dimensionality.
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The Selective Lens of "Fiction"
The author’s note claims Everything She Wanted is “based on real life.” Indeed, the book contains exact replications of our family’s details—pet names, personal items, and even verbatim conversations. So when key parts of that real-life story are omitted, the “fiction” label begins to feel less like creative license and more like a strategic shield.
I’m not just referring to my own erasure. What’s even more telling is the absence of a defining part of Martinette’s identity during the period in question: her Christian faith.
Martinette claimed that her religious beliefs—particularly her vow of purity until marriage—were central to who she was. Yet none of this appears in Madeline’s story.
This omission raises a difficult question: Was faith truly so central, or was it a performance? Or perhaps worse—was it deliberately excluded to make Madeline more palatable, more universally relatable, less morally conflicted?
Either way, the absence strips the character of internal struggle. It removes what could have been a poignant, relatable conflict: a young woman wrestling with desire, belief, guilt, and identity. Instead, that struggle is smoothed away.
The result? A character who could have been compelling feels emotionally sanitized. A novel that could have offered spiritual and psychological weight instead settles for romantic melodrama.
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Untapped Potential: A Call for Deeper Storytelling
To Martinette’s credit, writing a debut novel of this length is no small feat. The technical polish is there. Some scenes land with sincerity. The Dunedin setting is rendered vividly.
But the story often skims the surface of more powerful themes. It avoids the immigrant experience. It sidesteps the pain and complexity of sibling relationships. It leaves untouched the potential for spiritual crisis and catharsis.
Instead, the narrative remains firmly in Madeline’s world—her disappointments, her romances, her grievances. But a novel that never challenges its own protagonist risks becoming self-indulgent rather than revealing.
This story could have explored the jagged journey of an imperfect young woman trying to navigate a world of faith, family, and fractured identity. Instead, it feels like it’s peering into a mirror—smoothing over the edges, avoiding the cracks.
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In Conclusion
As the brother written out of this version of our family’s life, I may be uniquely positioned to see both the gloss and the gaps. Everything She Wanted captures fragments of youthful chaos and pain. But its commitment to a singular, self-justifying perspective limits its depth.
This could have been a book that healed wounds—or at least acknowledged them. Instead, it polished its surface and pretended the cracks didn’t matter.
But they do.
Because in the space where a brother once stood, there is only silence.
And that silence echoes louder than any line in the book.