[On the] Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
Source: Contest from eons ago that I forget who I won it from
Grade: 4.5 stars out of 5
I can form no words to describe what happened in Jellioce Road so GoodReads has to suffice for this:
‘"What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.Abandoned by her mother on Jellicoe Road when she was eleven, Taylor Markham, now seventeen, is finally being confronted with her past. But as the reluctant leader of her boarding school dorm, there isn't a lot of time for introspection. And while Hannah, the closest adult Taylor has to family, has disappeared, Jonah Griggs is back in town, moody stares and all.In this absorbing story by Melina Marchetta, nothing is as it seems and every clue leads to more questions as Taylor tries to work out the connection between her mother dumping her, Hannah finding her then and her sudden departure now, a mysterious stranger who once whispered something in her ear, a boy in her dreams, five kids who lived on Jellicoe Road eighteen years ago, and the maddening and magnetic Jonah Griggs, who knows her better than she thinks he does. If Taylor can put together the pieces of her past, she might just be able to change her future.”
I had Jellicoe Road for months to years, but I just never had the urge to pick it up. On April 3rd (according to GoodReads) I began the book with Ka-Yam as an agreed upon scientific purpose because we realized some time ago we rated almost the same books identically. I read the first few chapters and screamed hell. I was so utterly lost, so inexplicably confused, so demented to struggle through this that I didn’t care if I was snarking on someone because of my attitude I had with the book.
I am not a memorizer. I am a logistical person (I am logical in my own mind) so shoving name after name after name down my throat will only result in something bad. And with its decision to juxtapose two different storylines at the same time, it creates an even bigger mess in my mind. I just could not deal with the book and I was not going to. Instead I put Jellicoe Road down and purposely drowned it underneath my other books to diminish my guilt for not reading it. I read three to four other books between the interval on when I stopped and when I decided to unearth the book again. And Oh.My.God. I should have never stopped.
Jellicoe Road was painstakingly detailed to the point where I had the urge to create the family tree and draw red swirly things and hearts all around it. I fell in love with the characters and felt a deep connection as if they were my own family. I grieved, I cried, I rejoiced, and I loved (—every freaking minute of it even the first few chapters that I had trouble with).
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way."—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities