***I was gifted a copy of this book by the seller in exchange for an honest review***
When I was asked to review “The Blue Suit”, I actually thought I was going to be reviewing a fictional version of events, no idea why I thought this. It wasn’t until I finished the story that I realised it was actually what the author had witnessed on the day.
Sept 11th – who can forget that date? I never used to because it’s the day my dad celebrates his birthday. Now, it’s a day that I, and the rest of the world, remember as one of the worst days in history.
Reading the first chapter of “The Blue Suit” had me wondering what I had let myself in for by agreeing to review the story. I found it bland and uninteresting and boring – but it was necessary.
The second chapter is where hell on earth begins, and it’s from here you can really feel the horror, disbelief and overwhelming sadness come to life.
I never truly understood how it would have felt to have been so close to the World Trade Centre on that fateful day. I, and I guess many others, could only have imagined how it would have felt, but my imagination was NOTHING in comparison to how the author describes her day as it unfolded. My heart literally pounded, stopped and stuttered in the space of the hour it took me to read “The Blue Suit”.
I felt sick both emotionally and physically as I kept reading, not because the story was written badly, but because I was reliving that day through the eyes of someone who was right there. I was able to properly connect feelings to the memory of what I myself had witnessed via televison on that date.
Is this story the best I’ve ever read? Not if you’re looking for a story to use as an escape from the real world. It is however one of the better reality reads that I have read in a while, and I don’t say that lightly.
For it’s genre and it’s ability to stir memories (however horrific), “The Blue Suit” will be getting 4 Shamrocks from me.