I'm hard-pressed to think of a girlfriend who doesn't fondly remember a former boyfriend or crush. And maybe even more than that, who doesn't occasionally dream about them or wonder what things might have been like, or put more import on the relationship than there might have actually been.
I admit to all of this. In elementary and high school I was in love with all the boys. But one in particular stood out for me, and in grade 10 (or 11?) we went out for something like three weeks. He was my first (very sloppy) kiss. I remember what I was wearing, and the relief I felt that it was two months before I turned 16 (December 19, with Batman on the TV in the background). We rode the bus together. We sent notes in class. I heavily circled his yearbook picture. I wore his jacket. Three glorious weeks—until he broke up with me on the bus ride to gym class (our school didn't have a gym at the time and we had to go to the community centre); very gently and respectfully and asking if I was okay, he told me he thought we were better off as friends.
I was devastated. And to this day, because I "loved" him for years, I dream about him. In my dreams we're always as we were, some 25 or more years ago. Needless to say, he was the guy who stuck around.
Like Francis for Tessa in Hunting Houses. To hear her tell it, this guy was everything. And now, having discovered each other again after 20-plus years, what he was and what they did during their time together comes racing back for her—though it hadn't really left.
With a fun sense of humour, excellent dialogue, and a non-linear structure, Britt gives us a rather happily married, successful, yet very vulnerable woman with three young boys, considering infidelity after an agreed meet-up with her former boyfriend.
And without giving anything away, because what I loved most was a pleasant surprise in the story, I want to say that while we can see what is coming, the way Britt reveals it, over time and though a narrator who is self-conscious and hasn't healed from heartbreak, is brilliant and heart-rending and so very true to life—a refreshing change, really, from what I've normally read of this kind of story.
Several times, I felt the book lagging in the past, in her childhood and putting significant emphasis on her mother, which I felt took away from the tension of the other story, but at the same time, I can see how this also makes sense, to include these bits, seeing as how being on the verge of such a thing that has the potential to make you lose everything can make you reflect on the past. It also serves the purpose of letting us get to know Tessa so we can understand her motivation and way of thinking, and her observations of motherhood.
Regardless of any interruption of pace or story, I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and especially its sense of humour and honesty. It's a beautiful portrait, really, of vulnerability, motherhood, heartbreak, and love.
A special thank you to Cindy Ma at House of Anansi for gifting me my copy!