I love Isabelle Allende. I mean, I really LOVE Allende. She is always near the top of my list of favorite authors. It’s been years since I’ve read any of her books (I binge read them in college). Her writing is beautiful, it’s magical. Two of my all-time favorite novels are by Allende, Of Love and Shadows
and The House of the Spirits. Allende’s writing is so poetic and so magical that her works are often used as examples of magical realism in literature classes around the world. That is the Allende that I was expecting in Ripper.
The writing in Ripper is quite different from the Allende that I remember. I suppose that was to be expected with Ripper being a completely different genre then Allende’s previous novels. Because of this, it took me awhile to get into the story. I had to completely forget that Isabel Allende was the author in order to enjoy it.
I liked the character, Amanda, and would like to see more of her but I really disliked Indiana, Amanda’s mother. Indiana was just such a stereotype of the San Francisco artsy-alternative type that it became boring each time she had a scene in the book. The mystery itself was interesting.
I think between the mystery itself and the character, Amanda, the book was worth the read. Although, I would caution fans of Allende to begin Ripper with an open mind.
**As a member of this blog tour, I received a copy of this book from TLC Book Tours. My review is an honest reaction to the book.