The Stone Girl by Alyssa B. Sheinmel
Release Date: August 28th, 2012
Number of Pages: 224
Publisher: Knopf Books for Young Readers
She feels like a creature out of a fairy tale; a girl who discovers that her bones are really made out of stone, that her skin is really as thin as glass, that her hair is brittle as straw, that her tears have dried up so that she cries only salt. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t hurt when she presses hard enough to begin bleeding: it doesn’t hurt, because she’s not real anymore. Sethie Weiss is hungry, a mean, angry kind of hunger that feels like a piece of glass in her belly. She’s managed to get down to 111 pounds and knows that with a little more hard work—a few more meals skipped, a few more snacks vomited away—she can force the number on the scale even lower. She will work on her body the same way she worked to get her perfect grades, to finish her college applications early, to get her first kiss from Shaw, the boy she loves, the boy who isn’t quite her boyfriend. Sethie will not allow herself one slip, not one bad day, not one break in concentration. Her body is there for her to work on when everything and everyone else—her best friend, her schoolwork, and Shaw—are gone.
I didn’t really know what to expect from The Stone Girl. I’m always interested in those kinds of issue novels, but this one simply didn’t catch my attention. The novel had a lot of potential, and I really thought it would be the kind of book that will leave you thinking once you’re done. Yet, even while I was reading it, I couldn’t wait to start something new and captivating, since this one really left me bored.
I wish I could talk about the characters, about their story and their relationship, but honestly, I can’t seem to remember much. It seems my mind couldn’t wait to start thinking about something else. And the problem wasn’t that Sethie’s story was boring. It is simply the way it was told. It was simply too clinical. There was no emotions, no way to connect with the story, with the characters. I hate not saying much about a book, but I feel like I have nothing to say about this book. There’s nothing good that really stood out for me. It just wasn’t the right book for me. I really disliked the clinical and cold narration. It made me feel like I was reading a school textbook, and that’s not what I want to read during my off days.
This book simply wasn’t for me. Some will enjoy it, but I just couldn’t connect with the story.