When Percy Harding, Goliath’s most important citizen, is discovered dead by the railroad tracks outside of town one perfect autumn afternoon, no one can quite believe it’s really happened. Percy, the president of the town’s worldrenowned furniture company, had seemed invincible. Only Rosamond Rogers, Percy’s secretary, may have had a glimpse of how and why this great man has fallen, and that glimpse tugs at her, urges her to find out more.
Percy isn’t the first person to leave Rosamond - everybody seems to, from her husband, Hatley, who walked out on her years ago, to her complicated daughter Agnes, whose girlhood bedroom was papered with maps of the places she wanted to escape to. The town itself is Rosamond’s anchor, but it is beginning to quiver with the possibility of change. The high school girls are writing suicide poetry, the town’s young, lumbering sidewalk preacher is courting Rosamond’s daughter, a troubled teenage boy plans to burn Main Street to the ground, and the furniture factory itself - the very soul of Goliath - threatens to close.
In the wake of the town’s undoing, Rosamond seeks to reunite the griefshaken community. Goliath - a story of loss and love, of forgiveness and letting go - is a lyrical swoon of a novel by an exceptionally talented newcomer.
©2012 Susan Woodring (P)2012 Blackstone Audio, Inc.
“Goliath brings small town life beautifully, achingly alive…A memorable novel.” (Ann Hood, best-selling author of The Knitting Circle)
“Woodring’s sense of the constraints and hardearned pleasures of home rings as true and pure as a train whistle in the night.” (Michael Parker, author of The Watery Part of the World)
“Woodring’s writing is so clear and moving that the reader often feels, as she says of one of her characters, as if ‘the world had been sucked clear of true sound.’ This beautiful portrait of a place and its people, rendered so quietly and intimately, shuts out the world outside its pages as you read. Only the best novels can make you forget yourself as reader. Goliath is the kind of book you don’t want to put down or to end.” (Brad Watson, author of The Heaven of Mercury)
I don't think I can get past chapter three. The reader is so slow and the writing is so over-done that I'm having a hard time concentrating on the story... if there is a story to concentrate on that is. The descriptions are too wordy and the author uses too many metaphors. I'm not sure I need a table described to me in metaphor. It reminds me of a high school student aiming for a better grade by using bigger words. I thinking about counting the times the author uses the word "plume" and turning it into a drinking game.
Different reader reading a different book.
I do not claim to be a writer by any stretch, but I know I could do better with this weak book. If this author is trying to depict the South, she is way off base. I stopped at chapter 3 , it was so pathetic.
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