Donnelly, Jennifer. Revolution. New York: Delacorte Press, 2010
"Take it down," I said, my voice cracking.
Dr. Becker held up his hands. "Okay, Andi, If you would like me to take the picture down, I will."
"Damn it, Andi! Who do you think you're talking to?" Dad shouted.
"I can't do it right now," Dr. Becker said. "I need maintenance to do it. But I give you my word that it will come down, all right?"
I nodded stiffly. It was something. Some small win. I couldn't protect my mother from Dr. Feelgood but at least I'd saved her from Thomas Kinkade.
The traffic jam gives a bit. We pick up speed and few minutes later, we're on the outskirts of Paris. The road to the city is lined with shabby stone houses, used-car lots, falafel dens, and hair salons, their signs all shining garishly in the dark.
"It might do you good, you know," my father is saying as we hit the Boulevard Peripherique. "It might take your mind off things."
"A change of scenery. Paris."
"Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insane. Hey, let's have a crepe."
We don't talk for the rest of the ride.
After Andi's brother died, her family essentially fell apart. So when her father swoops back in and sends her mother to a psych ward and drags her off to Paris, she is not happy.
Then she discovers a guitar that’s over two centuries old. And with it, a diary that reveals a side of history that no one has ever heard before.
Brilliant concept. I LOVED the diary parts. As well as the music reports. The character is smart and creative, and it’s difficult not to adore her, even though she can be pretty snarky.
I wasn’t thrilled with the way it ended, but overall, it’s definitely worth your time. And if you love European historical fiction, you can’t miss out on this book.