Connelly is still in hospital, and faces being sent to a state mental hospital for the rest of her life if she doesn’t start talking. Instead, a hopeful doctor sorts through her belongings and finds a letter that Connelly seems to have forgotten.
This final novel in the trilogy is one of hope, and yet despair. Connelly deserves something more from what she was given from age 6, but she must claw and fight her way for it.
It this novel, I felt like I lost touch with Connelly. I no longer knew what she was going on about, and I felt like the painting took her away into her own world. Perhaps that was the aim of the novel, or the aim of the author – you must be truly alone before you can get your way back into the light.
While I was thinking about this novel, I thought about the previous one again. And it occurred to me that none of the menfolk seem very bright. And Bobby and Roxie seem like what they have is dysfunctional. It’s only in this novel that you begin to see some healthier relationships. Even then, no one seems to think of the consequences of their actions.
Connelly is always said to be very beautiful, and she attracts men to her. I wonder though, how pretty is she after all the drugs she went through? And Will, well, he might be a fool for loving her, but at least they have each other.
I really loved the scenic descriptions of the countryside. And the life on the Ranch. Cousin Liz has so much going for her! And a child doesn’t hurt either.The thing with the illegal immegrants seemed backwards to me.
I wish I had looked more closely for where this novel was set. And also when. I don’t know anything about the foster care system that failed Connelly. I would imagine that the Australian system might not be better. So many people fall through the cracks.
