Just the facts:
Overall: 4.5
Stars
Addiction Level: I read it every waking moment.
Believe-ability: It was believable.
Dystopia Factor: Eh. It’s “normal” life.
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Ketchup Clouds is not set in a dystopian world. It is not
set in a fantasy world with sword play and action. In fact there really isn’t
any action. I guess what I’m saying is that it’s just YA fiction. Plain ‘ole
fiction. I read it. And I really, truly liked it. Ketchup Clouds is obviously a
huge deviation from my normal reading habits and I can’t really tell you what
drew me to it. I guess the snippet from the first chapter is what got my
attention. Attention enough that I actually requested it from the library to
find out what happens. And so, in lieu of actually giving you a quick summary
of the plot I’m going to give you the same snippet that drew me in, in hopes
that you’ll find it intriguing too.
Dear Mr. S. Harris,
Ignore the blob of red in the top left corner. It’s jam,
not blood, though I don’t think I need to tell you the difference. It wasn’t
your wife’s jam the police found on your shoe.
I know what it’s like.
Mine wasn’t a woman. Mine was a boy. And I killed him
three months ago exactly.
Ketchup Clouds
really has a lot going for it. The story brings to light a whole slew of issues
from family relations to love and more, but by far the one that stands out most
to me, is the power of lies and deception. So many of the issues that arise in
the book can be traced back to deceit and by the end I wondered if Zoe would
even be writing to a convicted murder if not for the deception that she allowed
in her life.
As much as this story made me wrestle with the daily choices
we all make, my favorite aspect of the book has nothing to do with the
challenges that Zoe faces. In fact, my favorite part of the book is the
relationship that grows between Zoe and Stuart. You might not think that this
is very special, but I assure you it is. I don’t think many authors can make a
relationship happen between two characters when we NEVER have a response from
Stuart. He is such a major character to me and yet he never actually
participates in the story. He doesn’t have so much as one line to contribute
and yet I often found myself thinking about him, wondering what reaction he
might be having to reading Zoe’s letters, and trying to figure out if he even
cared. Pitcher effectively uses their relationship to create an even bigger
story than it seems, or a story within a story, if you will.
I’m clearly not well versed in the area of “just plain” YA
fiction so I don’t have much to compare Ketchup Clouds to, but it is a definite
recommendation from me. I think I will even pick up other books from Pitcher
because I enjoyed this one so immensely.
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