Book Review – Play for Me by Celine Keating

Play for Me: A Novel
Okay so I squirreled, but ONLY temporarily!!! I’m going right back to what I was reading, and boy, after this one? I’m ready for it. Yikes! LOL!!

Why did I squirrel? Well… because there was something about this one that was calling me, from that blurb. Claudia found it (she had been waiting for it to go on sale) and she and I often love the same books (often more serious, deep stories of marital and adulthood angst) so I was especially happy when she pointed it out.

And the fact that it was on super-sale had me one-clicking it and maybe… hoping for a bit of a psych-thriller ride. I couldn’t quite tell from the blurb, but I dipped a toe in, just to see if it might be what I was in the mood for. Right from the start, it was giving me stomach cramps. Making me so nervous… I couldn’t tell where it was going to take me (other than obviously on an emotional high and obvious downward spiral) so I couldn’t help myself but continue.

…he pressed his pick into a string, bending it down and making it quiver like a drop of water before it falls, then released it.

It shot like an arrow straight to her heart.

Later, that was what she remembered. A sizzle of electricity shot through her body, and she was seared. One split second, and she would never be the same again.

For awhile I was feeling an almost “You” by Caroline Kepnes feel (but maybe from a potential female-stalker’s POV)…

Lily stiffened. How dare she? Who did she think she was? JJ barely glanced up; he was tapping his monitor with the toe of his boot. Maybe she was just a fan. She probably thought she was his biggest fan. Well, she wasn’t. Lily was the best fan. No one could be a better fan.

but then *sigh* the mood changed. It turned into a “You” (<— barely that… now THAT would have been fun!! ) meets ”Eat, Pray, Love” feel.

Fanatic, Lily thought, that’s what I am. An obsessed, middle-aged groupie fan.

I mean, I was wondering if she was going to become the groupie from hell (and quite titillated at this prospect), or if it was going to be about a woman’s personal journey during what most would consider a mid-life crisis.

Was this true of her life, too? Had she sealed herself into just a teensy-tiny existence in which to maneuver?

Maybe even a bit of both?

She wanted a second chance, a chance to do it all over. An extra life. A whole separate extra life. And she wanted it desperately. Greedily.

I announced my *sudden-squirelling* to our reading-crew late last night…

Maryse: …I squirreled temporarily…. and I think I might end up loving it… At first for a few seconds I was all… ummm…? And then I clued in.

She’s 49, married, bored and she went to see her son at his College and they saw a local band together. But… she became infatuated with the 40-something year old guitar player for that band. And I was all… yeah okay…

But this is starting to twist, my friends. I’m still in the first quarter so I can’t be sure, but I don’t know that this is a love story or not. In fact, this might end up being some sort of psychological thriller, or maybe just a HUGE personal breakdown… ’cause she’s becoming obsessed with him, and it’s totally messing with her. I just felt like I needed a bit of a thrill ride… like of the intense maybe “bad for you” kind… And I really feel her, you guys… like I’m worried and stressed but I can FEEL her.

Ahhhhh BUT YOU GUYYYYYYSSS

You know I love me some psych-thrillers and I haven’t read one in weeks. So this… this one was calling to me and it’s tickling my fancy. You KNOW when you’re in the mood for something specific, even though your TBR list says something else is next? You just… you. just. can’t. Not until you get it out of your system. So the psych thriller potential crazy 49-year old groupie stalker chick is up… and it just keeps getting better. I am SO into it.

Anne: Maryse Play for Me sounds like a great read and different! I like that the MC’s are in their 40′s.

Maryse: *sigh* It was exciting but once I hit the 35 to 50% mark it’s slower than I like it to be… I shall continue.

bev: Maryse. We shall send provisions. Godspeed.

Maryse: Maybe I need to squirrel yet again?

Amy: “Maybe I need to squirrel yet again?” <—– Hmmm, whatever could you read… *throws FCH peanut*

Maryse: *awaits provisions* *is dying of thirst* *has too many peanuts*

*snort*

We were being silly… but it’s true.

The excitement of where I thought it was going…

Her obsession was making her unhappy, but what scared her more was the suspicion that life without it might feel worse. What if she liked living in her fantasy better than she did in her regular life?

…was for the most part, gone.

I finished it though. It certainly changed into more of a personal journey of life lessons, and difficult decisions and consequences. All good I suppose, but not what I was expecting. The more mature writing style (<— this is really hard to explain why I’m describing the writing style this way, and what I mean… it just gave me an out-of-my-reading-element feel). Constantly in the main character’s head (which I normally enjoy), and did often enough here too… for the relevant, deeper, thoughts, and yet after awhile… I could no longer feel connected to her. At least… not how I need to be connected to “love” a book.

Was she just inventing all this angst out of thin air because her life lacked excitement?

But it often lagged, too. Detail and observations and introspection that lacked a certain connection, for me. She had such a desperate quality to her that just made me so uncomfortable. Not titillated. More… irritated.

That said, I enjoyed it for the most part. I mean, hey!! There were certainly moments of excitement, butterflies, OH-NO-HE-DIDN’TS and anguish, too! But they were just so… UGH!!! Him, her, the girl-singer… all of ‘em. Even the husband was… fine I guess but… ugh. I dunno. But once I re-established myself into the mood (and actual direction) of the story, I liked it well enough and wanted to see where she ended up in her life.

Yes it was angsty, and yes it was emotionally devastating to the characters involved. Just not so much to me. There was a quality to the narration and to the main character’s internal dialogue that eventually had me guarded and at arms length. I didn’t really like… anyone (most of them were all self-absorbed jerks!). Not even her, really. I felt her, to an extent, I get it. Mistakes, and even some for the “eventual betterment” of ones life and all that. I’ve read books like this that no matter how much I should have rallied against the heroine, I still bonded with them and had a love-hate relationship with the journey (yet loved the story). But in this one? Not so much.

I suppose my bond was never fully forged and eventually… dropped off altogether, and left me sort of… blowing in the wind. Indifferent to it, as a whole.

3 stars.

*sigh* Going over so many of my highlights, I’m feeling like maybe I really did like the book, ’cause there are a ton of AMAZING parts, and introspection that I highlighted. LOL!!! Maybe a little distance from being in her head over the last 24 hours might help me decide? Maybe it all comes down to, I wanted more “You” or even “Arsen. A broken love story” and less “Eat, Pray, Love”

Tagged as: 3 stars, women's fiction