I just finished Isabel Allende’s new novel, “Maya’s Notebook.” Excuse me here while I SWOON. I have read some of Allende’s work and know her to be a great writer, but this, THIS IS AMAZING. First of all, the idea of writing the story in her notebook is right up my alley, I love anything and everything about notebooks, pens, paper, writing and pouring out souls onto paper.
This notebook, Maya’s notebook, is the story of an extraordinary young woman, a survivor, a can you believe it kind of character that I liked from the first page. Maya’s grandfather, her Popo, her hero, her constant, is key in this story. I’m the kind of reader who does not read fly leaves or back covers because I hate to know what the story is going to be, I only want to experience it myself and that is why I’m not going to do that here by telling you more. What I am going to tell you is if you miss this story with this caliber of writing, then you miss. Sadly. Allende is a genius at setting up the scene where you find yourself so intensely IN the story that even the phone ringing was so foreign in the scene that I screamed from my chair when Jaq called from FoxTale. Whew!
I happen to know a great little indie who has a copy waiting for your weekend read. RUN and snatch up this little gem while you can.