Eva Moves the Furniture is totally a chick book. I don't mean that it's full of fluff or about those silly relationships between women that revolve around fashion and gossip. I mean it is, at its heart, utterly feminine. It takes place in Scotland after WWII.
Eva's mother dies giving birth to her, and Eva is raised by her father and her father's sister, who moves in to help out. Throughout Eva's life, she is visited by a woman and a girl who she calls "the companions," since for the first three quarters of the book they don't give their names. No one else can see these beings but Eva, and she ponders their nature throughout the book--are they dead, and come back to life? Angels? Aliens? They often act to influence Eva's life, by helping her in moments of need but also hindering certain of her desires; when Eva gets a job as a secretary, they misfile things Eva has filed correctly and bungle her typewriter so it produces errors. But they also arrange things now and again so that a man they want Eva to marry looks favorable to her.
The actual reading of this book was very enjoyable and I found myself thinking of it a lot while I was not reading it. The narrative voice is utterly and completely believable, and you feel about the main character the way you would expect to feel about a trustworthy and long-held-dear friend. The turns of the plot are also well laid out.
It's good stuff. I didn't want it to end. But when it did, I was okay with it, because it felt like the right place for the book to end.
It was all intuition, whereas April Witch was all cold logic. Kinda weird that I read those two books right next to each other when they so clearly contrast like that.
Documentation of the experiences of a group of wenches and biznatches (here used as a gender-neutral term) as they attempt to read 50 books in a year, while under the influence of various amounts of wine.
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