Book Review: Sarah’s Fall
Riehle's ability to tap into the psyche of a teenager is near perfection. It is a true look at the inside of a 17-year-olds inner thoughts, motivations, and insecurities. The language and banter, the narcissism and need for approval, make the reader return to a time filled with nostalgia, even if some of those memories make you wince. The characters are layered and complex, each bringing something different and special to the group, yet still clinging to the lies they tell themselves, each other, and the men they covet to attempt to be what everyone else wants them to be. Riehle is able to tap into the superior mindset of a teenager with such ease as we see how the characters feel about their parents and other adults. Their critiques of image and judgment of flaws as they carefully pick out socially approved outfits and put on personality traits like makeup as they beg to be accepted.
Although in the end the characters face the truth, and some see the ongoing error of their ways and the ripple effect of their actions, the warm embrace of reparation wasn't enough of a balm to ignore the fact that the ending felt too tidy. It was too neatly wrapped up after what occurred in the 400 pages prior. There was death and deep wounds that completely overhauled these characters' life trajectories. Being a teenager is messy by our own making, being an adult is messy by the habits we nurtured as teenagers. The characters forgive for past bad choices, both themselves and each other, which is a powerful testament to the bonds we forge while young, but I was left wishing it had stopped there, with the importance being laid upon the friendships instead of the mess that boyfriends and marriage throw in. Isn't that how they got in this mess in the first place? Sarah rekindled an honest connection with her best friend, agreeing to repair what had been neglected for years. We are left rooting for Sarah despite it all because our hopes for ourselves are our hopes for her, a return to the ease and comfort of close friendship, that the promise of being that close forever isn't another lie.
Maybe in the end we are all still teenagers. Seeking approval and love where we can. Hoping our actions will be forgiven with the mild excuse of not knowing better or ignoring knowing better. We want our parents to tell us it's all going to be okay, to run to our friends with our secrets, a hand to hold, and a warm body in our beds at night to let us know that we have done it all correctly. Maybe what Riehle is really exploring is that we never really change. Our problems multiply, and our freedom seems to shrink right at the moment when we thought it would grow. But despite it all, we are simply seeking the people who will love us. Parents who still fill with pride at minor achievements; friends who laugh freely, curled together as if one body; a partner that embodies all of the before mentioned and more. In Riehle's novel and in life, it is clear that having it all, all at once is still something that requires bending, and oftentimes breaking. Just like in high school, we are sacrificing what matters most to check the boxes: ourselves and the people who always saw us for who we really were and loved us regardless.