I enjoyed reading The Ivory Rose as it has a lot of charm, interesting characters and some great historical facts that the fiction is wound around for young people to learn about. The opening got me in a lot. I liked the contrast between Jemma’s friend’s house and her own just next door and slowly finding out why Jemma loves being at her friend’s house so much and why the friend’s mum gave her those subtle sympathetic looks. Jemma’s encounter with the ghost of Rosethorne was a little cliché at first, but it did get me in and I was eager to discover more about this spooky little imaginary friend of Sammy, (the little girl Jemma is babysitting there).
When the story turned in a direction I was not expecting, it got very exciting, however after the initial effects of Jemma having woken up in 1895, the story from here plateaued for me. When I reached about half way through the book, I felt like the plot wasn’t going anywhere fast. It slowed down a lot and lost my interest and I found I didn’t have that same eagerness to pick the book up and carry on the way I had before. For a short while, Jemma’s reactions to things – life in 1895 – are as they should be, however I felt that pretty soon, she seemed just too comfortable with her situation and seemed to be too familiar with things she shouldn’t know. Even though the narration is in third person, we still experience the story from Jemma’s perspective – we’re inside her head, and I just felt that some of the information the narrator was telling us, using words and knowledge of customs at the time – didn’t seem to fit. Why would Jemma observe these things in this way? For example, Murrell uses the word ‘perambulator’ when describing the activities on a street and because it’s Jemma observing it all, it upset the story for me. Why not just say ‘pram’? This is what Jemma would think when she saw one. In other instances, when given tasks to do as a servant in Rosethorne, sometimes Jemma just knew what to do and how to go about it as though she’s done it a hundred times before. Maybe Murrell did it to save words and get on with the story – (although, a lot of the story at this point was merely describing all the tasks that Jemma had to do anyway.)
Some of the historical facts, in order to be included in the story, seemed to me a little forced and contrived. However, it was still a lovely historical fiction that’s worth the read. There are some really nice moments in the narrative language and also the character’s relationships to each other. Jemma learns a lot about appreciating her own life and family and I would recommend the book to young girls in particular.