Epiphany- The Golding by Sonya Deanna Terry

It is midnight, and you are sleeping.
I am here at the table with a candle at my elbow, penning the most difficult letter I have ever had to write.
They are coming for me. Samuel Withers saw them in the village…

FAST-FORWARD TO 2008
…six months before the Global Financial Crisis rocks the economy. Lillibridge’s Our True Ancient History, published under the guise of fiction, is out-of print, available only at antiquarian bookshops and largely overlooked.
Until now.

Rosetta Melki, an idealist whose hope of starting a worldwide charity has been crushed by her sole-parent struggles, is enchanted by Our True Ancient History. Lillibridge’s tale about a gold-obsessed kingdom (and the sprites they enslave: elfin clan dwellers whose currency of choice is kindness) has ignited a memory Rosetta cannot explain.

Rosettta’s website surrounding the reading group she’s begun with friends has inspired the emergence of other Lillibridge book clubs. Her own Sydney group meets fortnightly at a vintage bungalow, the rental home she secured to escape a gruesome intruder.

In a more affluent part of Sydney, finance executive Matthew Weissler (polished, successful, admired) has been questioning his slave-to-the-dollar existence and his marriage to a tantrum-throwing shopaholic. And now he’s questioning his sanity after finding he’s been followed by an elf. 

Rosetta’s intruder still lurks in the shadows, but who could the stranger be? A prowler from the suburb Rosetta and her teenaged daughter fled…or a traveller from the past, determined to suppress an ancient memory that will change the world forever? (taken from Amazon)

                Thank you to Netgalley for providing me with this book, in exchange for my honest opinion.

Dear Epiphany The Golding,

It’s not you, it’s me. You are wonderful, with a unique and intriguing premise. You’re well written, and your storyline is very complex. You’re just not what I need right now.

I did read you cover to cover. I don’t know; maybe I was hoping you’d share your secrets sooner, or that I’d be drawn in. I kept finding my head turning at other books, though, which just isn’t fair to you. You deserve more than that.

You deserve a reader who is sucked in and fascinated, not someone who was confused by large parts of your writing. I honestly didn’t love your hippie new-agey romance, and I found you to be a heavy read.

Maybe it’s just not the right time for us. Maybe we should consider this a break and I’ll try again in a few months or so. I think you need what I can’t give: a reader who has uninterrupted time to devote to you, not someone who is also busy with family and homeschooling.

I wish you the very best, Epiphany- The Golding. I know there are readers out there who will love you. I just can’t be that reader right now. I hope you understand.

Your Faithful Reader

In all seriousness, though, give this book a try. It really is just a matter of the book not fitting the reader.