Thank you to Michael Joseph for sending me a copy of 𝟕𝟑 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 by Julie Owen Moylan, which I enjoyed reading with the Squadpod ladies 💼
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𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧.
𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.
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73 Dove Street is a novel centred around three women, who are all very different, yet who have been hurt by life, and by the men in their lives. But they aren't victims; they are survivors.
Our main protagonist of the three is Evie, who is running from something, though the full truth of what she is running from isn't revealed until later in the story. I did guess what she had done, but this didn't make it any less of an enjoyable read.
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𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐱, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
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My favourite of the three women was definitely Tommie. My heart absolutely broke for her at times, and for her deperate need to be loved and taken care of, despite her insistence that she could take care of herself.
Tommie and Evie made a great partnership, and they were both there for each other when they needed it the most.
I do hope Tommie gets the happy ending and fresh start she deserves.
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫... 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧... 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
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Phyllis, the landlady, was also a fantastic character. I loved the layers of her relationship with her husband Terry, and how events from their lives and marriage are revealed as the novel progresses.
At first, of course, I was all for Phyllis kicking Terry out following his infidelity. But as time went on I did understand that their relationship was complicated. They had both experienced an intense grief, and I can only imagine the fall out that this has on a relationship, no matter how much love exists between two people.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭.
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Moylan's ability to craft characters is fantastic, and these women all felt very real to me. I think most readers will see aspects of themselves in these three women, especially female readers, who may have been hurt in the same ways either directly, or indirectly through the limitations and expectations placed on women.
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𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭-𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐬.
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I also thought Moylan's depiction of the men in the story was very realistic. Her depiction of some characters as more villainous, like Frank, was fitting, and he was certainly less dimensional, because he didn't deserve the level of empathy and understanding that was afforded to other characters.
I was surprised at my change of heart towards Terry, and I loved how Moylan revealed the depths of his character, and the nuances of all the emotions he felt. He was absolutely right in some of the challenges he made to Phyllis, and I do think that the patriarcal society we live in is hard on men in lots of ways too. They aren't afforded the same allowance to grieve and show emotion.
Don't get me wrong, men created this patriarchal society we live in, and so my sympathy is sometimes limited in this regard, but I do think if men were encouraged to talk about their feelings more, and not belittled by other men for doing so, everyone would be a lot healthier mentally.
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'𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞?' 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.
'𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭.'
'𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.'
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I really enjoyed how the timeline played out, and how the story was gradually revealed to the reader through flashbacks that steadily caught up to the present day.
I'd recommend 73 Dove Street to readers who like stories that are primarily character-driven, and where the plot is revealed in more of a slow burn sort of way.
I would definitely read more from Julie Owen Moylan in the future.