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218 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 7, 2020
“At first, I thought that it might be one of my sisters, but after I rubbed my eyes it became clearer - it was a little girl and she was smiling at me. She whispered, ‘Ellen, it's me. Anna.’ I bolted upright in a cold sweat, my heart racing. ‘Anna?’ ‘Yes, Ellen.’ ‘But you're supposed to be dead’ ‘I am dead.’ ‘Does that mean... wait, am I dead too?’ ‘No, silly. I just came back to tell you that what happened today is not your fault.’ ”From that night on, Anna is a frequent presence for Ellen but she is often accompanied by another older woman, and sometimes a younger woman, without knowing who they are or why they should appear. A mystery that will remain for a very long time. She only knows that the women bring a caring and protective force, unlike other dark spirits that growl in the shadows. Another mystery is tantalisingly developed as real life and a persistent dream are cleverly woven together.
“I was in a house I'd never seen before, and was greeted by a seven-year-old boy who took me by the hand and led me down a long and narrow corridor, which was lined with seven closed doors. As we proceeded down the hallway, he opened each door one by one. The seventh door, however, was locked and wouldn't budge, no matter how much he tried to force the knob to turn.”Seven Roses, while an entertaining story full of drama, also offers a delicate layer that explores the psychological twists of managing and debating the capabilities of the human mind to create imaginary friends or have sight beyond the grave. How Ellen coped with these visions, how others sceptically treated her when she tried to explain, was very telling on how we support family and friends to cope with challenging and difficult topics. Whether we have a guardian angel, a benevolent spirit, or just our conscience, we are reminded to listen to that inner voice and see exactly what is in front of us, either to help overcome terrible times or avoid making perilous choices.
I had no trouble racing through Seven Roses by L.L. Tremblay, even though I found myself frustrated with many aspects of the story. It's a good "ghost" story full of so much potential, which I think only needed more work to become a novel that would haunt its readers in more ways than one.
Having had recent first hand experiences with signs from the "other side," I was instantly attracted to this novel of a little girl who can contact the dead. Ellen Taylor, however, doesn't stay little for long, as this 200-page book spans the first three decades of her paranormal life.
Tremblay clearly has the gift for rich, yet lean prose. Sadly, the gift is employed erratically. Some scenes are pregnant with layers of detail, with lines like we see on page one:
"I dragged my chair back from the table as I got up. It scratched the floor, which was already covered in scars from years of endless abuse. The shrill noise reminded me of my mother and her immeasurable aggravation whenever she heard this noise."
Sadly, many of the scenes in the novel don't make use of the author's descriptive talent, and read like anemic plot outlines, as if they were to be fleshed out later, but a deadline denied them the feeding-time they needed. Sections often felt rushed, and what dialogue was inserted lacked the context to make it flow.
Seven Roses is a romantic horror that certainly spooked me out at certain points. You'll never play around with Ouija boards after reading this book. Yet, many of the darker storylines never seemed to come together to a fulfilling or clear end.
Nonetheless, the last two chapters of the novel offer a satisfying series of twists — even if I felt like I was being rushed through one's dessert at the end of a short meal.
Like the prose, the plot feels as if it needed more time under the blow of the wordsmith's hammer. Much of it reads like an autobiography, lacking the overall cohesion one expects from a fictional story. Possibly, the sequel resolves some of these issues.
One such example was the rather psychotic behaviour of the father of the protagonist's childhood friend. About three-quarters of the way through the novel, her friend makes the obvious remark that her father "wasn't a nice man" and "was abusive to me and my mother for years." To which the protagonist responds, "I knew something wasn't right when I saw him running after your mother with a knife..."
The disappointment of never having this particular sub-plot go anywhere, was relieved by the hilarity of that line, which had my son and me laughing so hard we could barely sit up (which, in some ways, is a compliment to the author's ability to build tension).
For such a short novel, it may have suffered from having too many characters, ideas and plot threads. I suspect that doubling the word count and halving the content would have offered Stephen King some serious competition.
For example, I would have preferred reducing the protagonist's four romantic interests (two of whom didn't add much to the story) down to two — with far more time given to the shockingly clever storyline with her first fiancé, while giving her eventual husband a far more active role (rather than that of a supporting bystander).
This is one of those works where I would love to see the author produce a second edition, much like Lee Harper did with To Kill a Mockingbird (originally So Set a Watchman). Nonetheless, as I said, it was enough of a page turner that I eagerly bulldozed my way to the unexpected ending.