This May-December romance is unstoppable, filled with passion, regret, more passion, pleasure for the reader as well as the protagonists, suspense, tension, conflict and unexpected delights.
A caveat of the romance genre is a handsome young hero who inspires the same infatuation in the reader as in the heroine. This novel does the impossible, delivering a rude, grouchy, self-absorbed Broadway has-been, with a third strike against him, being married and committed to his beautiful but faithless wife. I kept screaming at Amanda, GET OVER this man. Heroines never listen to their readers, or Amanda would quickly realize the budding romance was beautiful, it was good while it lasted, but it CANNOT LAST. I rarely get so worked up at a heroine. I cheered when her friends and family told her to forget this guy. So why couldn't she give up and move on? Why didn't I give up on her and slam the book shut?
The answer is multi-faceted, and the author's story telling skill is Reason #1, but there's also the fascinating mystery of how things we loved in childhood haunt (or inspire, or comfort) us for life. In "Stealing Fire" (great title, taken from a great poem, look inside the book!), Beau Kellog is a brilliant lyricist, and early in Amanda Harary's childhood, she listened to his record over and over again, staring at the album cover, memorizing the lyrics. Losing this treasured album (sister breaks it by accident) only increases its "unforgettable" value. Things familiar to us in our earliest awareness leave a profound, life-long impact. Amanda never forgets the record she loved hearing as a child. When the composer of this obscure musical score appears in real life, what else would she do but fall in love? Never mind that the night they meet, he's in a bad mood and takes it out on an innocent stranger working the hotel switchline; never mind that he's married. Conversations between unseen strangers via middle-of-the-night phone calls set the stage for a budding romance that must flower, the consequences be damned.
Amanda's only flaw is that she's so thoughtful of everyone else, so self-sacrificing, and so humble. She suffers stage fright that cripples her singing career. Her adoration of Beau Kellog inspires him to rise up from being a has-been to a commercial success. I kept wanting to see him return the favor, but his cheating wife gets his loyalty and attention, not Amanda. Whatever she achieves, she earns the hard way, while for Beau, the fire and inspiration of being in love re-invigorates his stale musical career. Being unconditionally loved and adored by a beautiful young woman would be quite the ego boost, and poor Beau did need one, but then his ego is inflated to obnoxious, creative-genius, self-absorbed proportions. It's a stroke of sheer brilliance that Susan Sloate kept me turning pages in a story so frustrating and heartbreaking. Not a false note is ever struck. Amanda's passion and devotion are 100% authentic--and so compelling, I lay awake at night thinking about her.
The prose is clean and solid, a refreshing change from the slew of typo-ridden, grammatically challenged self-pubbed novels I've been downloading. The characters are fully realized, not cardboard cutouts, and certainly not cliches of the romance genre. Fans of Broadway are sure to love this novel just for the musical references. I kept wishing for a Kindle version that included links to you-tube recordings of the songs. Susan Sloate's song writing skills are as strong as her novel writing talent, which is considerable.
I can't say I ever learned to like the hero of this story, but he is all too true-to-life, and so is the long-suffering heroine. This novel would be a great addition to book-club and classroom discussions. The May-December romance, the age difference, really isn't the issue. The man's selfishness is. In real life, I know too many women like Amanda and too many men like Beau. This is a story that cannot be told too often. My only complaint is the ending.
Several years ago, I discovered Susan Sloate online because she was the only other person who'd reviewed a novel I loved and re-read a dozen times from age 13 to 18, and every few years, I continue to revisit the novel (never mind how many decades this has been going on). Susan is the first person I've ever found who shares my love for this obscure novel. "Good Morning, Young Lady" by Ardthy Kennelly (1950) is a Cinderella story set in the Old West, with Butch Cassidy capturing the imagination of a motherless girl who listens to a grouchy old neighbor tell stories about the legendary outlaw and his free-ranging exploits. In many ways, the epic themes I love so much about that novel also define Susan Sloate's "Stealing Fire." One of most unforgettable things about both novels is the ending. As a child, I believed Kennelly's was tragic, and I mentally rewrote the ending every time I read it. As an adult, I realize it's a happy ending, the best of all possible outcomes for the heroine. Likewise, "Stealing Fire" delivers a bittersweet but ultimately very satisfying conclusion.
If Susan Sloate ever uses her many talents to make this story into a musical, I'll be in the front row, cheering.