It’s 1977, and we know from the
beginning that Lydia Lee is dead. The
pertinent questions then are how and why.
As the mystery of her death unfolds, the layers of a seriously dysfunctional
family are peeled back. Lydia and her
brother Nathan are the only Asian-Americans in their high school, and both
struggle with loneliness. Lydia is more than just the apple of her parents’
eyes; she is her mother Marilyn’s designated avatar to achieve her unfulfilled
goal of becoming a physician. Lydia’s
father James, acutely aware that his children are battling the same prejudices
that he has, just wants Lydia to fit in and be popular. However, Lydia goes to great lengths to
conceal her dearth of friends from her father and has made a pact with herself
to please her mother in every way possible, at the expense of her own
happiness. She finally rebels by
striking up a friendship with Jack, a neighbor boy with a scandalous
reputation. Nathan is the only one in
the family who knows about this clandestine relationship and strongly suspects
that Jack knows more than he’s telling about what happened to Lydia. Jack’s nervous behavior suggests that Nathan
is right and that Jack might even be involved somehow in Lydia’s death. I love the way this story unfolds as we
slowly get to know Lydia and what was going on in her head, but I found it
difficult to really like anyone in the family except the youngest daughter
Hannah, who was born after the most traumatic family crisis prior to Lydia’s
disappearance. She seems to be the least
damaged and the most perceptive when it comes to judging character. However, her participation in the family
drama is tangential, and drama abounds.
I always find a novel unsettling when it concerns parents who are
completely in the dark about their children’s lives. In this case, the
frustrations and disappointments of the parents are trickling down to their
children in unpredictable ways.
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