Joyce Atkinson

I loved this Journal, the idea is so beautiful to tell a story through the eyes of a housewife whom lost everything she cared for, through scraping until she is killed. I hated the ending but I can't remove this book from my mind.

Strange book. Not a narative story at all, but rather a "found journal". The author presents this as a art journal found in a desk purchased at an estate sale. Read Amy's journal and put together the pieces of the puzzle of her death. This is a really good idea, but the "story" could have been stronger. By about page 5 of Amy's journal, we knew pretty much what was going to happen. If you have an afternoon, this can be read in an hour or two. It is fun to flip back through the pages to look show more for missed clues along the way. If you like art journals, you will love this, otherwise, it's just not a strong enough mystery to be that interesting. Good idea, though. Makes me want to put one together.... show less

I have to say, I was quite disappointed in this book. It is a beautiful book -- a quick flip through the pages promises a fun mystery with tons of places to hide a variety of clues. Unfortunately, the pages don't actually deliver on these promises and once I finished, I couldn't help wishing I could ask for my time back. On the plus side, it only took a couple of hours to go through and, as I mentioned before, the pages are quite lovely. I feel like the Atkinson sisters had a great idea with show more this book but were unable to follow through to tie-in the story and the technique.
I glanced at the user rating for this book on Amazon.com and was quite surprised to see that it has been given 4 out of 5 stars with 38 reviews. I'm going to have to go flip through the reviews now to see if perhaps I've missed something monumental... show less

I loved this Journal, the idea is so beautiful to tell a story through the eyes of a housewife whom lost everything she cared for, through scraping until she is killed. I hated the ending but I can't remove this book from my mind.