Grief and the ocean are eerily connected in so many stories. It’s not a new concept, and yet I found myself impressed with Joan He’s take on the power of pain and the soothing feel of the sea.
Her command of voice throughout the narrative was unflinching, and I enjoyed her brusque writing style. I did find the beginning difficult to sink into, as there were many terms tossed at me that made me raise a brow and scramble for a foothold. I generally get disgruntled when books do that. World building is an art all on its own, and it’s a very tough balance. How do you manage to teach your audience without being too overbearing, and without leaving them floundering? Unfortunately, the balance was not quite exact for this story, but it wasn’t so terrible that I put it down.
I enjoyed Kasey as a character — I’ve read about emotionally distant characters before, but none of them managed to make me like them. There were enough glimpses into the core of Kasey that I was satiated. The flipping between first and third person perspectives jarred me, but Joan He’s smooth writing kept them from ruining the story.
I wanted more from the book as a whole. The ending felt slightly rushed and uncertain. It was likely done on purpose…I’m just not a fan of blurry and/or ambiguous endings. My heart always craves clear, solid The Ends.
Overall, The Ones We’re Meant To Find was a lovely, easy read with intriguing concepts and philosophical themes. I would have liked more depth, but I recognize that this story was more about the bond of sisters than anything else