For some reason, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue has made me realize something about myself, and my reading choices. I've read several books which are largely based in reality but have an element of the fantastic, a tiny bit of magical realism. Among them are commercial successes (Game of Thrones, Outlander, the Harry Potter, Eclipse, and Inkheart series), less-popular literary titles (Forever, Winter's Tale, The Snow Child, The Night Circus, The Time Traveler's Wife), and classics (Dracula and Kindred). And right now I'm working on Shark Heart, which is another one.
If you follow those links, you'll see I've been reading books like this for years. But for some reason this book made it click for me that I like that fantastical element of a story. Why? I'm still not sure. My working theory is that it changes the rules just enough to keep things interesting.
In The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, the magical plot hook is the main character's wish - granted by the devil himself - to live forever. What he curses her with is that, though she will live forever, no one she meets will remember her. Every day, every time someone re-enters a room, she has to start all over with them.
That sort of forgetableness becomes exhausting to Addie over the centuries (and leads to a certain amount of moral flexibility, however necessary it may be) ... until one day, someone remembers her. Just as she begins enjoying having a friend and lover with whom she can build a real life, she discovers that he has a secret too.
An all-around sweet story about love and sacrifice.









