Audiobook….read by Frankie Corzo
….10 hours and 45 minutes
“You don’t need to come here and share with us your Jewish guilt” > ouch!!!
Not a fan of this sentence….
However …
I chose to listen to this book hours before learning that Reece Witherspoon announced “L. A. Weather” was her monthly pick.
My daughter, sister, cousins, nephews, nieces, and many friends live in Los Angeles so the title alone peaked my interest.
Given that I didn’t think Taylor Jenkins Reed addressed the Los Angeles fires, earthquakes, natural disasters with any sincerity in her book - ‘Malibu’ - I was hoping this book would.
Unfortunately, not quite….but better. The monthly weather-was accurate-following our California weather history-at least -but the weather was still more of a background distraction to the family saga at large.
In other words….
“L. A. Weather”…..is much more ‘family’ stormy-[melodrama 101], than devastating natural disaster stormy.
The Alvarado family—an integrated catholic, Jewish, Mexican American, family (sounding a little gimmicky to me), > proved to be as religiously insignificant as it sounds.
Their family wrestled with ‘impending’ evacuations, a scary accident involving three year old twins, deceptions, marriage strife, betrayal, fears, grief, loss, divorce, births, family standards and expectations, immigration issues, hardships, and love.
Oscar, Granddad, Father, Husband…..’Patriarch’….
was the type of man who was not good at disappearing, when he disappeared. He was a man who had to get away to gather up his thoughts:
“What you’re doing to our family, to our marriage, is cruel and uncalled for”, he said to his wife.
Oscar was worried that he and his wife might not succeed and being able to repair their marriage of 39 years. His obsession with watching the weather channel was a distraction from the personal rising surges…with all the extended family members.
This book was (yet another) readable novel…interesting ‘enough’ listening —but ‘not ‘wow-great’.
It was a little over-stacked with over-flowing cornucopia arrangements and stereotyping prose.
But…..
I definitely didn’t-hate it — it had a few redeeming qualities-
It wasn’t torture to read-
It was respectively adequate.