The Cazalets

Remember I mentioned before about how I shouldn’t start reading series of books? Yea, well, it happened again. That isn’t the reason for the lack of posting though, I actually read them very rapidly, all four books, and it has taken me a while to gather my thoughts, probably for this reason, and then I procrastinated and now I am not sure that this will be a worthwhile post at all, but here it goes!

I started reading them as I had read an interview with the author and the overview of them sounded liked something I would enjoy. The books are set in England, during WW2 and they are about one family’s lives through this whole period. It seemed like something that wouldn’t be too heavy a read and something I would probably really enjoy. Plus the first book was 99p on my Kindle – oh my Kindle, such conflicted emotions, alas, that is for another day – yea, so I read that in a couple of days. I really couldn’t put it down.

The first few pages, you are introduced to so many characters it is really hard to keep up, and I found myself thinking, “Do you know what would be helpful? A family tree, or a list and description of the characters”, except that there is, on the last page. Not practical on a Kindle, so I managed to figure it out.

The interesting this about all of these characters was that they were all very distinct immediately, it was almost as though they were there, fully formed within a few sentences. I have then noted in my wee book of notes that “There isn’t any mystery to the characters, they are there, they exist and here is their history”, but I think I really undersold it with that description.

I am right, there isn’t any mystery to the characters, but the book is written from a number of different character’s view points. So while, you may have one opinion of a character, moments later it has changed because you are then hearing the story told by them and how they feel and what their experiences are.

The books are strange in a way because nothing really happens as such, but I just couldn’t stop reading them, they are just a wonderful exploration of how we live our lives, what we experience and it is exactly what a book should be. It gives you a view of so many other peoples lives, you almost feel as though you them, and yes, sometimes it does drag. Sometimes I was forcing myself to read just to get to the next part, the next person, but even then, I was looking forward to reading more. They were strange that way, and reminded me a lot of “Coming Home”, by Rosamunde Pilcher. Perhaps only because they are set in the same era.

The other thing I loved about the book was the language used. She used so many amazing words I have never heard of before “Bumptious”, “Iniquitous”, “Obviate”. I had quite a lot of fun looking them up and then trying to use them every day.

An overall view is that I enjoyed them, they are the kind of book I love to read, but not something I would recommend to most people. Really enjoyable and if you can’t be bothered reading them, there is also a BBC series staring Hugh Bonneville – yes the same one as in Downtown Abbey, and one I saw him playing the George IV in a TV show about Beau Brummell.

I am quite disappointed on my thoughts on this one. I got so engrossed I took very few notes and went on holiday in between times. Soz Guys.