The description of this book sounded interesting, and I liked the premise. Right away, I knew Luttrell created something truly unique. The Wave is a story about many people reacting to extraordinary events. She wrote the book in first-person but from each character’s perspective. This writing choice resulted in each chapter describing one character revealing their story. This bold style pulls the reader in and connects them to the characters. I never encountered a book using this approach.
The plot explores a group of people escaping their problems and putting their lives back together. Everybody had unique agendas and goals. Here are three great paragraphs that exemplify Luttrell’s work:
Indecision crippled me. Could I bear to leave Clara? I had become extremely attached to her. Some days I would forget that I wasn’t Lucy and really thought of Clara as my daughter. The truth was though, she wasn’t mine, and I was committing countless crimes pretending to be Lucy. I lay in bed at night planning my departure so that I wouldn’t get caught. I could pack my rucksack and sneak out when Clara was at kindy, Gwyneth busy in the kitchen and Howell out on one of his shopping runs. I would leave them a note saying I had to leave and I would write further to explain all. Once I was safely back in Australia I would write with the full explanation, telling them about my promise to Lucy in the final moments we had together. How the actions I had taken were the only way I could keep the promise because of the danger Carlos represented. Howell would remember Carlos mentioning me and might recall my name. If I explained it all, they might not do anything about it. It was a risk though. Gwyneth was the one who I thought might alert the authorities and have me traced back to Australia. I could go to prison. As it turned out, fate intervened – or more likely a human hand, and the decision was taken out of my control.
I was an emotional wreck all afternoon. Once Clara left to meet Eva, I paced back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. Running through all the possible scenarios if the truth came to light. All were unbearable. At one point I had a panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, just thinking about the idea of no longer having Clara in my life. I felt as though I was underwater in the tsunami all over again, struggling to surface. I collapsed on the floor clasping my chest, gulping and gasping. When my breathing calmed and resumed to a steady rhythm, I sat reasoning out the situation. Everyone knew I was Lucy who had survived the tsunami. I was an accomplished liar. Hadn’t I achieved my greatest lie for the past thirteen years? I could deal with this. Eva could be dismissed as a hysteric. The only problem I could see arising would be if Eva, in her determination to expose me, convinced the police that I should take a DNA test. Then all would be lost. I could only hope with my little mention of Noel, Eva would drop her quest. I doubted it though.
I stood up too quickly and felt dizzy. Too many glasses of wine? Or was it due to drugs? I’d have to be careful. Once my head cleared I began making my way up. It was tricky and I kept sliding back and would have to start again. For some reason, I thought it was funny and laughed. I started up again, slower this time, checking my footholds were secure. I was looking down as I almost reached the top when I felt something press hard against my head and chest forcing me backwards. I went tumbling back down, landing uncomfortably on the ledge again with my right foot tucked under me at an awkward angle. Was it sprained? That was going make my climb trickier. Had someone pushed me? Looking up I couldn’t see anyone, but the light was fading fast now. I tried to stand up, being careful with my foot. I didn’t immediately realise that I was very close to the edge of a long drop. My feet weren’t gripping solid ground and I began to slide. Fuck. In desperation, I clawed at grass, but none would hold my weight. Clumps tore free of their precarious hold. I couldn’t stop giggling and didn’t dare look down. Then I started slamming into hard rock knocking the breath out of me. The pain was unbearable. I tried to cry out, but the sound coming from me was feeble – I was too winded to scream. My descent increased in speed, the pain greater each time another piece of rock tore at my skin until suddenly I was flying. I’d always wondered what it would be like to fall from a great height. Before I could analyse how it felt, I collided with a large slab of stone and stopped. My brain told me to get up, but I was unable to move. The remarkable thing was there was no longer any pain. I couldn’t feel a thing. I was so tired I just wanted to go to sleep.
My favorite part of this book is the character, Kelly. She reminded me of a spunky girl I knew in College. She had a great outlook and challenged me to be a better person.
Luttrell marketed The Wave as a psychological thriller, but I feel the book has a broader appeal. I categorize it as an intelligent drama. This book is a superb read, and even before finishing, I emailed friends about it. Every reader who picks up a copy will become engrossed in the plot and appreciate Luttrell’s unique vantage point.