So I had mixed feelings about this book. On the one hand, I liked it more than I expected to. Once I got used to all the jumping between past and present, I liked it well enough. It was intriguing. It pulled me in. It was a decent story.
On the other hand, there was plenty I didn't like. The writing style and content was sometimes too whimsical for me. Too floaty and daydreamy. Occasional song lyrics that meant nothing to me. I understand that the author's intent was clearly to bring the reader into Stella's whimsical head, but it just left me confused and a little frustrated.
And speaking of frustrations, there were numerous occasions where I wanted to shake some sense into the woman. Why did she stand back and do nothing while Robin became daddy's little girl, to the point of excluding Stella herself? Why did she let her daughter hate her all those years, when a single conversation revealing Martyn's true colours could have cleared up a lot? Why did she apologise during an argument where he physically hurt her and was nasty towards her? She had nothing to apologise for. Why did she let him walk all over her for so long? Why didn't she confront him and leave as soon as she realised he was cheating on her? Why did she not set those bloody birds free after he ripped up her manuscript? I would've done it, and then left him a note saying, "Eye for an eye, you rotten bastard."
It was a book full of questions, and very few answers. We never find out what the hell those men were doing back there. We never find out anything about Martyn's past life and who he really was. We never find out where he spent his time, although I assume a good chunk of it was spent with his mistress and other daughter.
I expected some sort of climax towards the end of the book, or a big reveal, or something. But there was nothing like that - with the exception of the Angela thing possibly. Mostly it was just a sad tale of the slow death of a marriage, caused by a dirtbag with secrets.
But I guess that's alright. It's not what I expected, but it did its own thing reasonably well anyway. As I've said already, I did like the story itself, and I don't regret reading it.