This story begins with Gilda in her car, the light is green, she isn’t moving, but it takes her a moment before she can recall what just happened. Hit from behind by a minivan, her airbag not only deploys giving her a punch, but the hot coffee that was once in her thermos is now covering her.
Gilda is more than a little obsessed with death, ever since her pet rabbit died when she was ten years old, and she was the one to find her lifeless, her eyes wide open. She lives in an almost constant state of anxiety, and spends more time at the hospital than more people, always seeking a cure for something, and her anxiety continues to plague her. She is there so often, the staff seems to know her by name. She loses her job at a bookstore, and her anxiety grows even more. Finding a flyer offering free therapy, she ends up at a Catholic Church, and when the first thing she is asked is if she is there to apply for a position for a receptionist that’s recently opened up, she doesn’t hesitate to say yes. The former receptionist, she is informed, has recently passed away. She isn’t asked if she is gay or considers herself an atheist, so she doesn’t volunteer that information. Not even when a stranger insists on setting her up with a relative, and when he texts and calls her repeatedly, she eventually runs out of excuses and goes on dates with him.
There’s an essence of how Gilda processes information and views life that reminded me of Eleanor Oliphant, that blend of quirkiness alongside a sprinkling of dark humour in this story, a young woman who seems without the social graces required to blend in. Gilda is odd and a little off-center, and doesn’t seem to ‘blend in,’ not that she’s ever known others to take the time to understand her. Even her parents don’t seem to care enough to actually listen to her, still focused on the time she did this or that when she was too young to know better.
Add to this a cat that goes missing when the house on her street catches on fire, which she becomes a bit obsessed finding and rescuing, along with a brother who struggles with controlling his substance abuse, it seems the only time she feels accepted is when she’s pretending to be the former, now deceased receptionist, responding to that woman’s friend’s emails.
All of this evolves into a somewhat farcical, entertaining story with some laughable situations along with a few lovable characters, and an ending I didn’t see coming, but smiled when it arrived.
Published: 06 Jul 2021
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Atria Books