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So, in typical impulsive Kayla fashion, a couple of days ago I rushed out to the main library in Luton, with the intentions of selecting A book for myself to read, yes, singular, and ended up leaving with eight. One of these being ‘Tony Parsons - Starting Over’. I should mention the fact that once back, safely in London, I somehow found myself fixed neatly between the four walls of Foyles Bookstore, staring up at the books they had on show for their latest ‘3 for 2’ deal, and walked away with a further four books. But, we’ll leave the details of that for another day.
‘Starting Over’ is a book that tackles contemporary emotional issues, the hardships of ordinary life, and the common struggle for meaning and fulfilment. It’s about a man named George Bailey, a middle-aged police man, given a second chance to live through a heart transplant. He’s been given the heart of a 19 year old male, which apparently, through the work of the phenomenon that is ‘cellular memory’ alters his life drastically.
The author does a very good job of tapping into and exploiting the readers’ inner empath. He uses examples that we can all relate to, or at least dream of relating to at some point in the near or distant future - who knows.
I would say that the pace of the book is quite slow, and at times doesn’t feel like it’s going anywhere at all, anytime soon and at times, if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew better than to approach it anticipant a story, rich in happenings, I would probably have closed the book long before I got to the end - sorry Tony. The only character you really engage with emotionally is George, but given the nature of the book, I’m guessing the author, to help us feel the effects of distancing that George is feelings, intended it this way.
Nothing out of the ordinary occurs and I can appreciate this, because sometimes it’s nice to delve into a bit of fiction that doesn’t seem as if it’s battled a long and exhaustive marriage to reality, and has woken up, broken free and is on the path to finding itself again, turned into a samurai along the way and ended up living on Jupiter with three Seahorses and the Da Vinci Code. No pun intended. No pun at all.