When I read Nick Fuller Googin's first novel, I was obsessed. Not only was the story exactly what I needed to read at that point in time (hopeful about a topic that I felt particularly hopeless over), it was the perfect comp title for the project I was pitching at the time. It fell into my lap at the perfect point in time. So I was excited to see his new novel on my library shelves, and then apprehensive when I realized that the opening chapter featured similar world-building themes to my current project, and one of his central characters even shared a name with my main character! Uh oh.
Turns out, I didn't have anything to worry about. While I was expecting another post-apocalyptic, speculative setting, The Frequency of Living Things is a straight contemporary. There's a few odd-coincidences throughout that may speak to a bit of hand-wavey universal magic, but nothing that makes this book in direct conversation with the piece I'm working on.
And maybe because of that confused expectation, I didn't love this book. I wanted something slightly speculative, and this wasn't that. There was a moment where the plot seemed about to veer into a new and dangerous direction (the kiddos, anyone?) and then nothing happened to follow through on that tension; and the novel played with form in an interesting way, bouncing between the sister's perspectives, the mother's perspective, with a little interlude in the middle from the mother's past... which all together didn't really work for me. Maybe because I was expecting the plot to go in a different direction, I spent too long waiting for something else to happen and wasn't really reading what was there.

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