Yeah, I don’t think I would want to know when I would die.
This book chronicles the story of the four Gold children, raised in New York City, who are quite young when they hear from somebody who heard from somebody that there’s a witch woman who can tell you the precise day when you will die. Being children – especially being a group of children, always another one there to egg you on – they visit her and, one by one, come out … different. Does the knowledge itself change their paths, or were these always the paths they were going to follow?
The Immortalists tells their stories in their death order, each picking up after the last has died. It’s an interesting, if macabre, way to keep the flow chronological, and y’know, I didn’t hate it. Overall, the book was well written and engaging, one of the better books I’ve read recently. There were a few character decisions that felt out of left field, more plot propelled than character propelled, but nothing that made me outrageously angry. I’ve read several books in the interim and it isn’t one that’s sticking with me all that well, unfortunately, but it will go on my recommended list (pretty far down, admittedly). The twist at the end I absolutely did not see coming and I genuinely appreciated, it turned what could have been a one-note character into something much deeper and more complex. I’m going to go back through y’alls reviews of this now that I’m done, and I can’t wait to see what you thought!
Mostly agree with not wanting to know when I would die except if it was within a year because I would definitely want to make the most of it. Which I mean probably means I should live more for the moment now but I feel like I should save some money for a rainy day/retirement.