Find Me Falling
by Fiona Vigo Marshall
Waste Island, a desolate backwater at the edge of England, home to lost talents, broken promises and unanswered prayers. Londoner Bonnie, a traumatised concert pianist, has found a refuge there, at a cliff-top house haunted by old memories and perhaps more.
When road sweeper Dominic hands her a ring he has found on the beach, they are drawn to each other with a destructive passion that neither are able to control…
You know those books that people either love or hate? There’s no in-between? Yeah, this one belongs in that category, I believe and I am still not sure which side I chose. This book is written so beautifully, I just wish I could understand why then it was so hard to get into.
This is the story of Bonnie, a concert pianist and Dominic, a street cleaner set on West Island (affectionately called Waste Island). Both of them are damaged in their own way emotionally. Bonnie is filled with loss and Dominic is with his illness. They are both outsiders in their own way and them getting together only heals a little bit of their hurts but nothing good lasts forever.
The book happens like a dream you are having while awake. There’s no proper direction to the plot and there’s so much happening that doesn’t feel real. It has magic, not the usual kind, it’s more of a feeling of magic than the actual thing and it really took some time for me to get that. The confusing narrative along with the descriptions overwrought with adjectives and metaphors didn’t work for me in the end.
The basic plot was pretty wonderful but the execution left something to be desired for me. I am still not sure how to rate this one because on one hand, the language used it wonderful but the effect of that language and the plot overall doesn’t work together? So, I gave it a safe three stars because I have a feeling this one might be the victim of ‘It’s not you, it’s me’.