The World Before Us by Aislinn Hunter sounded like my type of book.
"When she was just
fifteen, smart, sensitive Jane Standen lived through a nightmare: she
lost the sweet five-year-old girl she was minding during a walk in the
woods. The little girl was never found, leaving her family, and Jane,
devastated. Now the grown-up Jane is an archivist at a small London
museum that is about to close for lack of funding. As her one last
project, she is searching the archives for scraps of information related
to another missing person--a woman who disappeared some 125 years ago
from a Victorian asylum. As the novel moves back and forth between the
museum in contemporary London, the Victorian asylum, and a dilapidated
country house that seems to connect both missing people, it
unforgettably explores the repercussions of small acts, the power of
affection, and the irrepressible vitality of everyday objects and
It was just so hard to get into, and by page 100 I decided to just be finished with it. The sad thing is that the story itself was quite interesting. I liked learning things about the museum and the asylum.
But the narration is done by a group of spirits. And while that could have turned it into a very interesting book (I love looking into the spiritual realm) I only got confused instead. I never knew who was who, what was what, and felt lost the whole way through. By page 50 I started to skim and continued to lose interest. I can't finish a book that leaves me feeling so lost on the dialog.
This book was sent to me by Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review.