Having written three novels I know for a fact that beginnings are easier to write than ends. That’s one of the many wonderful things about Water for Elephants; the end is perfect.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to spoil it for you. I’m just saying that a really good finish is one of the many really good things about this book. It’s beautifully plotted. A totally believable story of running away with the circus told in the reminiscences of a 90 year old man in a nursing home. He was a pistol when he was young and he’s still a pistol. I loved that guy.
I say Poop to all those narrow minds who insultingly insist that women will only read novels with women protagonists. Puleeeese! Is this 1910? We’re part of the world. We get it. We can relate to a good story well told no matter who’s telling it.
Water for Elephants is a charming original story, well-written, cleverly told, and the end is purrrrrrrfect.
