A Certain Age by Rebecca Ray
GENRE: YA | PAGES: 416
My rating: ★★★
I don’t know how I feel about A Certain Age. I can’t really say I liked it yet I can’t say I DIDN’T like it.
The sheer numbness that radiates from the central character is staggering. Her disturbing view of herself and the intense and often awful situations she endures (and puts herself through) are what makes this novel go down like glass bottle. Saying that, once I started reading I swallowed that glass bottle in one go. (Awkward.)
The writing style itself is somewhat awkward; certainly not great prose but this lends itself to the nature of the novel. Its stumbling style is not unlike the main character’s own struggle.
To some, her struggle may seem far fetched—it is not an everyday mainstream kind of situation nor is it a typical coming-of-age story, despite the title. However, these things do occur. There is realism at the base of this fucked-up story and that, I believe, is what kept me reading until the last page.
The ending was not entirely satisfying. It felt unfinished in so many ways. Somehow though it fits hand in glove with the rest of the book; it is the unpolished, sugar-free version of a teenage struggle without an imaginary quick-fix.