Blown Moon

I was really excited about reading Blow Out the Moon. It's a boarding school book, part of a small genre, and it's the best kind: foreigner boarder! (I used to be really keen on these--the English girl at an Australian boarding school (and vice versa), English evacuees sent to the US because of WWII and then returning, etc. Classic fish out of water setup.)

Ach; disappointment! Was Koponen going for a story or a biographical account of her life? The book straddles an uncomfortable position between "this is what really happened" and fiction, settling for neither, leaving the reader (me, anyways) confused. Pick one or the other, please. Sometimes there was too much exposition, not enough character development. Other times, Koponen describes herself as a child--especially her thinking processes--in an apt, realistic manner.

Either way, clean up the cutesy writing and CUT BACK ON EXCLAMATION POINTS. We also know (how we know, how you repeat it over and over) that you really, really, really, REALLY like Henry. We don't know why (or really care), but we know you do.

It's a screaming "First Novel."