The Mermaid Chair
Sue Monk Kidd
Total Pages: 3,819
This is a book that's a mystery to me. It's a mystery because I finished it. I hated this book from the start, so I don't know what pulled me through it. The plot: stupid. The characters: stupid. It was all just pretty stupid.
Here's what happens: This lady's mom goes crazy and cuts off her finger. So this lady (the main character, I can't remember her name, it's been a while since I read that book) goes to her childhood hometown to take care of her mother. She leaves her husband alone at home to stay at his island off South Carolina in a small beach town where she grew up. Her house is next to a monastery. She meets a monk who only because a monk because he was very confused after his wife was killed in a car accident. There's a mermaid chair that has all of these myths and powers. Of course the main character is an artist who put her love of painting on hold so she could raise her daughter and take care of her husband. Everyone's a frickin' artist. Anyway, she obviously connects with the monk and her mom continues to have issues. I'll let you read it yourself.
I think that this book was written for middle age housewives. While that's exactly what I aspire to be, I just couldn't help picturing the protagonist's mom jeans while she was having sex in an area that was, what I imagined, similar to that scene in The Notebook where they're in the boat with all of those swans or geese or whatever they are. Anyway, it was a stupid book.