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Series: Visions #1
Rating: 3 of 5 stars
Jules lives with her family above their restaurant, which means she smells like pizza most of the time and drives their double-meatball-shaped food truck to school. It’s not a recipe for popularity, but she can handle that.
What she can’t handle is the recurring vision that haunts her. Over and over, Jules sees a careening truck hit a building and explode…and nine body bags in the snow.
The vision is everywhere—on billboards, television screens, windows—and she’s the only one who sees it. And the more she sees it, the more she sees. The vision is giving her clues, and soon Jules knows what she has to do. Because now she can see the face in one of the body bags, and it’s someone she knows. Someone she has been in love with for as long as she can remember.
In this riveting start to a gripping trilogy from New York Times bestselling author Lisa McMann, Jules has to act—and act fast—to keep her vision from becoming reality.
I think Crash may be suffering from some severe identity issues.
The book itself is incredibly thin, the text large, the chapters a maximum of maybe 5 pages, the scenes only a few sentences long half the time, the story rushed and the content a little all over the place.
On the one hand, I was taken aback by how simple and choppy each scene and chapter and the language was. Although the heroine, Jules, is 16, she has a tendency to narrate like a 13-year-old, which I guess is to be expected when the author also write middle grade fiction. I took it in stride before the one scene where Jules is showering and mentioning some very-not-middle-grade things about her body and using language real middle graders might but that is rarely, if ever, reflected in its respective genre. Kinda took me off-guard, but I dismissed it and went with it because I don’t like “safe” fiction anyway. Too boring.
But then there’s an entirely different issue of Jules’ family, who all participate in a rivalry with another family, the son of which she used to be really good friends with and also seems to have fallen in love with. While the family rivalry seemed ridiculous from my standpoint, I came to understand it, at least, and especially as I grew to love the siblings, younger sister Rowan and older brother Trey.
Let me just say this: If it weren’t for them, particularly Trey, I wouldn’t have enjoyed this book half as much.
Because most of the conflict surrounding Jules’ precognitive visions of the crash that’s supposed to kill 9 people if she doesn’t do something about it soon centers on the family rivalry… and to make it worse, or cornier if you will, the rivalry rooted its foundations in and branched out into the family businesses of–wait for it–an Italian food restaurant. I just… I don’t know. Too campy for me. Only sitcoms and My Big Fat Greek Wedding feelgood types of stories ever have to do with family restaurants. Not my cup of tea. Every time someone mentioned “special sauce recipe,” I died a little inside.
After a while, though, I kinda got used to Jules talking aloud to herself and only catching minutes-at-a-time of what was going on in the book. Which, admittedly, wasn’t that much of a problem because the entire story is so straightforward that not an ounce of progression got lost in the three-paragraph-long scenes and three-page-long chapters.
Seriously, though, Trey and Rowan are pretty much the bee’s knees. I love it when a good book can include family like this one does, capturing the quintessence of what it is to have siblings. I myself had 4 of them growing up, and let me tell you, we were not near as nice to each other as Rowan, Trey and Jules are, but my heart twinged a little for each of their appearances.
And then there’s Sawyer. Whose name I despise. And who I cannot exactly feel for while, at the same time, I cannot seem to exactly hate. I understand why he does some of the things he does (okay, not exactly, could’ve used some fleshing out…), but I don’t buy it, honestly. And that ending. That ending! Totally saw it comin’ from the cover of the second book, anyway, but goddamn!
Oh, another thing, Jules far too often says “Oh my dogs,” like that’s acceptable, and it’s just not.
Overall, although the book seemed childish, not quite fluffy, but more like a young child trying to write a cool book about teenagers, I ended up enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would once I got past the initial shock. Reads like MG, definitely not MG. Surprisingly enjoyable. Not much more than that, though. In conclusion, I’ll say it was underwhelming, but I still liked it and read it awfully fuckin’ fast.