The Book of Ruth

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Winner of the 1989 PEN/Hemingway Foundation Award  for best first novel, this exquisite book  confronts real-life issues of alienation and violence  from which the author creates a stunning testament  to the human capacity for mercy, compassion and  love.

A passionate coming-of-age story of an uneducated small-town girl with far more romance in her soul than she can ever hope to ...

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Overview

Winner of the 1989 PEN/Hemingway Foundation Award  for best first novel, this exquisite book  confronts real-life issues of alienation and violence  from which the author creates a stunning testament  to the human capacity for mercy, compassion and  love.

A passionate coming-of-age story of an uneducated small-town girl with far more romance in her soul than she can ever hope to express in her life.

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“An American beauty this book…. The narrator of Jane Hamilton’s sensational first novel is a holy lusty innocent.” –Vogue

“A sly and wistful, if harrowing, human comedy. Hamilton is a new and original voice in fiction and one well worth listening to.” –Boston Sunday Globe

“Ms. Hamilton gives Ruth a humble dignity and allows her hope–but it’s not a heavenly hope. It’s a common one, caked with mud and held with gritted teeth. And it’s probably the only kind that’s worth reading about.” –The New York Times Book Review

“Hamilton’s story builds to a shocking crescendo. Her small-town characters are a appealingly offbeat and brushed with grace as any found in Alice Hoffman’s or Anne Tyler’s novels.” –Glamour

“Jane Hamilton’s novel is authentically Dickensian…. The real achievement of this first novel is not so much the blackness as the suggestion of resilience. At the end, Ruth begins to put together her shattered body, spirit and life. Her words are awkward, as they have been all along, but suddenly and unexpectedly they shine.” –Los Angeles Times

“A disturbing and beautiful book.” –Hilma Wolitzer

“An extraordinary story of a family’s disintegration…. Will be compared to Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres. Astonishingly vivid and moving.” –People

“An enthralling tale of guilt, betrayal, and the terrifying ways of our lives.” –Entertainment Weekly

“Unforgettably, beat by beat, Hamilton maps the best and worst of the human heart and all the mysterious, uncharted country in between.” –Kirkus Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In her first novel, Hamilton takes on a challenge too large for her talents. Ruth, the heroine, tells her story in the first person, but her limited point of view cannot do it full justice. Born and raised in small-town Illinois by a mother whose life keeps splintering, Ruth blames herself for her troubles, from the cold-blooded brother who always outsmarts her to the ne'er-do-well husband who nearly destroys her. Considered slow-witted, she has a cussed strength. Like the biblical Ruth, the Midwesterner is loyal to her wounded family, and has a talent for "stepping into other people's skin'' while ignoring her own needs. Ruth's gradual self-discovery is often moving; her sharp-tongued vulnerability and whole-hearted hell-raising win our sympathy and admiration. But her transformation from victim to heroine is less convincing: Ruth's intelligence soars when she sneers, not when she mourns her errors. Another problem is uncertain plotting, with static stretches marked by obvious foreshadowings of events to come. The final violence that erupts seems exotic, not an inevitable product of clashing characters. Hamilton evokes Ruth's character marvelously, but others as seen by her are incompletely rendered.
Library Journal
When a Wall Street Journal writer observed that "simple tales of life and sorrow in the heartland are red hot," he wasn't writing about Hamilton's (A Map of the World, Audio Reviews, LJ 7/95) novel, but he might as well have been. Ruth, an Illinois farm girl, gives a first-person account of her life in an effort to make sense of what has happened to her and her tragedy-prone family. The language of this novel, by turns naturalistic, romantic, and occasionally humorous, has a freshness and originality of expression, and Mare Winningham's vital and poignant reading makes Ruth come alive.
--Jacqueline Seewald, Red Bank Regional High School Library, New Jersey
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385265706
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/1989
  • Series: Oprah's Book Club Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 207,302
  • Lexile: 950L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.17 (w) x 7.94 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

Jane Hamilton
Jane Hamilton

JANE HAMILTON is the author of The Book of Ruth, winner of the PEN/Hemingway Award for First Fiction, A Map of the World, a New York Times Notable Book of the Year and named one of the top ten books of the year by Entertainment Weekly, Publishers Weekly, the Miami Herald, and People magazine; Disobedience; and The Short History of a Prince. She lives in Rochester, Wisconsin.

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One

What it begins with, I know finally, is the kernel of meanness in people's hearts. I don't know exactly how or why it gets inside us; that's one of the mysteries I haven't solved yet. I always tried to close my eyes and believe that angels, invisible in their gossamer dresses, were keeping their loving vigil. I learned, slowly, that if you don't look at the world with perfect vision, you're bound to get yourself cooked. Even though I may still be looking through the dark glass, even though I haven't finished learning the lessons, I'm the only one who tells the story from beginning to end. It can't be up to Ruby, because he has been spirited away and born again. Neither love nor prayer can bring him back. May can talk herself blue in the face and no one will hear. By rights this belongs to Justy, because he inherits the earth for a short time, but he doesn't quite count yet. He'll remember the taste of pecan balls, exactly how the powdery mash got stuck on the roof of his mouth, the color black maybe, and the color and shape of Ruby's teeth. They were rotten with sweets.

I tell myself that it should be simple to see through to the past now that I'm set loose, now that I can invent my own words, but nothing much has come my way without a price. I'm not counting on a free ride. I know the only way to begin to understand is to steal underneath May's skin and look at the world from behind her small eyes. I shudder when I think about the inside of Ruby's head, but I know I have to journey there too, if I'm going to make sense of what's happened.

Sometimes Aunt Sid shocks me into seeing myself in a new light; she'll speak to me, looking straight into my eyes, and it's as if she's talking to an adult; and then I realize she is, that I am, in fact, grown up. The bones in these legs don't get any longer.

She tells me that there has been a grave error, which is actually how I've felt for a considerable length of time, as if I'm a series of sums that doesn't come out right. She says she doesn't understand how my clear intelligence went unrecognized, but I haven't explained to her yet the confines of my mother tongue. We were the products of our limited vocabulary: we had no words for savory odors or the colors of the winter sky or the unexpected compulsion to sing. The language I had to speak to be understood is not the language of poetry or clear thinking. I only let on once to May that I had acquired other words for private use.

In the Bible it starts with the spirit of God moving upon the face of the water, but I don't buy those ideas. You couldn't pay me to take my story back that far. Everyone's probably heard of Honey Creek, where I lived with Ruby and May. There isn't anything fancy about the location, except the iron gate around the church and the pigeons with their purple breasts.

Mr. Abendroth, the oldest person in town, spends his time walking through farmers' fields picking up corn and stealing apples, and he shares his loot with the pigeons. Honey Creek is way up in the very north of Illinois; if you lean over the Abendroths' back fence your torso is in Wisconsin.

You will miss the town if you drive through listening to your favorite song on the radio or telling a story about your neighbor. The two blocks of white clapboard houses with black trim will look like nothing more than a cloudy morning. Only Mrs. Crawford's house is blue, like the color eyeshadow my friend Daisy wears, and she has a red barn in the back. She had her place painted blue after her husband, Bub, died and everyone figured she'd gone crazy with grief. Then for Christmas she put lights all over the trees in her yard, colored lights which flashed on and off. Then everyone watched to see if she would come out one day wearing hotpants and white boots, setting off to marry someone forty years younger.

Every Memorial Day neighbors get together and put on a parade, a parade without a marching band or a fire truck. There are three horses, five old men dressed in uniforms as if they were all set to free the poor slaves, and a hay wagon with the Kraut Queen, if we're lucky. Last year the queen had ringworm on her face and didn't show. Since there isn't an audience to speak of, because everyone in town is in the parade, it snakes back along the same road after a while so the front can view the rear marching by. One year I wanted to be a nurse with a real Red Cross outfit to wear in the parade, but May said stop wishing for the impossible. She cut a paper plate in half and pinned it in my hair, drew a cross on her white apron, and set me walking.

You're supposed to slow down to 35 when you're going through Honey Creek, but most people speed by. There simply are no outskirts to prepare the driver. At the intersection-that's County Road J-you'll see the post office and the grocery store, which doesn't have anything useful except beer and milk, toothpaste and potato chips. Across the road from the Mart is our church, our white church. One of the church committees put up a steeple a few years ago to accommodate the new bell, which plays songs three times a day. It cracks me up going by there when it chimes "Rock of Ages," as if the church has a big old mouth and it's singing to itself. No one ever stops to listen except the Labrador retriever. He's tied up outside of the post office because he belongs to the postmistress, Laverna. He howls to all the songs like he's overflowing with devotion. He sits on his haunches and lets out a long sad moan.

In the block beyond the church there are four more white houses. All of them have heavy plastic over the windows, meant for winter, which blow and rattle in the summer storms. The pickup trucks, parked outside in every yard, come in handy for deer hunting and cutting wood, plus driving places. If you look in the garages you'll see that they're filled with rusty farm machines, milk cans, large rusted wagon wheels with broken spokes, from the ancestors. People in Honey Creek like to keep junk in the family. You never know if a huge chest of bent nails might not come in handy some time; you can't be too careful. I think folks hold on to metal scraps and furniture because the world is an enormous place, far and wide, but they have never experienced much of it, and they're afraid. They want an anchor so there's no danger of drifting away into outer space, or down under the ground, strange places they aren't too familiar with.

The river comes next. Our town is named after it. It isn't deep or long, but it has water and bloodsuckers and fish. If you cross over the bridge you come to the edge of Honey Creek proper. You see the factory. Everyone in town is proud to have Industry, that's what they call it. It's a cinder block building and it doesn't have windows. Most of the letters fell off the sign that says what it is.

Even with Industry half the town doesn't work in Honey Creek. The other half is practically dead. People go to Stillwater to teach school, sell clothes, work in the factory that makes paper napkins. Honey Creek used to have a mill by the river, but it doesn't function at the present time. It used to grind victuals for humans to eat. I wonder if I'd been born just five miles the other side of town, would I have met Daisy? Would I have known Ruby? Would my story have happened to me or a complete stranger? I'd like to know exactly how much I'm to blame. Was it my character that triggered the events, or chance, that I woke up and found myself in Honey Creek with a big old dog howling to "Rock of Ages"? The ancient saying goes, "None are so blind as they who won't see," and I'm banking on there being truth in it.

Otis Buddle's fields come right up to the parking lot of the factory. There isn't a space between; there isn't a minute to switch gears, get used to the idea. After the factory it's all farms, muddy fields and the smell of someone hauling manure, and the sight of a rusted-out combine sitting in the lane, as dumb and still as a cow. Of course the cemetery is along the highway too. I love walking there in October because the maple trees line the road and they turn crimson and orange and gold, a paper-thin gold., My Aunt Sid says that the trees must be doing a dress rehearsal for their own death, a phrase that has always made me wonder if we rehearse our death, and if we know when we're rehearsing it. There are a lot of dead people in the cemetery, but what you see are the same ten last names, over and over, on the gravestones. I used to be certain that everyone in the whole world was related.

About a half mile out of town is where we live, on a farm. We live in a wooden house, but I wouldn't exactly call it white. It hasn't been painted since May got married the second time, which would take me a long time to calculate, because I'm not, as anyone within twenty miles could tell you, a wizard in math. There are pink granite stone steps up to the porch, similar to palace steps. We go around back to the kitchen door, where the trash and tin cans could trip and kill you if you weren't paying strict attention. May plants purple and red petunias in the planters each year. That's when the washed-out gray house looks drab, compared to the flowers.

When I was small my favorite time of day came at the sight of Wendell Kate driving the cows past our farm into Honey Creek to his barn. It's a gift he gave me. I have the memory of twenty cows stumbling down the road so not one car can get by, and there's Wendell on his big old blue bicycle with the high handlebars. He's a redheaded bachelor. His pants always look like they might slip down from his waist since he doesn't have a rear end to speak of. His crotch is about at his knees. He spent his time in church glancing down the pew and winking at the ladies. I loved the sight of Wendell on his bike, his red hair so flaming his head looked like a great torch, and the twenty cows, not wanting to walk. You'd hear the squeeze horn he had on his handlebars all the way into Honey Creek. He got killed by a bull a few years ago. He didn't like to use that artificial stuff for breeding. He bled to death.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a hundred years old and I can see clear around the world, and then other times I think how I'm nothing; I don't have one thing on my mind except pictures of bachelors riding their bicycles. I haven't even been out of Illinois. I only spit into Wisconsin. In high school, when I was in all the dumb classes, we learned about the evil man, Hitler, over in Germany, and even though Hitler seems as distant to me as the Romans and their crumbling walls, I feel like I know him, just a little. I have to feel kind of sorry for him, for what he had to do. There was something in him that he couldn't help, that made him more terrible than anyone before or after him. I said those words out loud in my class, to Miss Daken, my teacher. She had a nose like a pelican's mouth, this big old hooked nose that looked like it could catch fish. I said that maybe history books didn't tell about Hitler's good points, and she stepped all over me with her steel-toed eyes. She was so tired of teaching dumb students. I wanted to say that it was the same with the Bible; that the serpent was doomed before he hatched, that something so low and sneaky and slippery wouldn't, by its very nature, be taken for good. It seems as if nobody could really be all bad, although everyone has the meanness in them. Sometimes people choose one person in a crowd to pick at. It makes them feel better to say how there's one entirely rotten person they can blame everything on.

When I grew up I heard about the wars we were having with other people, on television. We watched some of the baffles. I knew we were safe from machine gun fire in Honey Creek, where there hadn't ever been wars, if you don't count the Indians. There was only the one Mexican family who lived in the trailer home, and even though they had ten children they were too disorganized to cause trouble outside of their own family. Without putting words to it I recognized the beauty of war; I realized that it was entirely in keeping with ordinary human nature.

It wasn't until I was ten that I realized our family must be the ones with the wrung-out hearts, and that other people's faces shone with a sadness for us. I was ten when my father climbed into the Ford one morning, in the dark. I heard his black boots crunch on the gravel. He was too scared to start the engine so he rolled down the driveway with his foot on the clutch. Goodbye to Illinois, he probably said to himself, because he had lived up here near Honey Creek all his life. I threw off my blankets and ran downstairs and down the road in my nightgown, shouting at him to come back. We learned later that he drove to Texas, to his brother's grapefruit ranch. He lived in a tin shed next to his brother's house and spent his days picking grapefruits the size of my own head. I thought about him at night, reading his paperback books by the light of a smoking kerosene lamp; I couldn't stand the thought of him being happier there, but I had enough sense to know it was true.

Soon after he left we sat in church on Sunday and I could see how sorry people felt for me. I could hear their whisperings about the latest tragedy. I could tell by their faces and their eyes that we were new and strange. They came past us in church, filing out, and I knew suddenly they were the kind of people who would pet me, like I was an animal that didn't have a single chance to survive. The young Mr. Snodgrass bent down to me while May was in the ladies' room and he told me that I was going to be a big strong pretty girl one of these days, and I appreciated his words. But I could tell from the scowl on his wife's face that he was lying. I had heard Aunt Sid telling May she looked pinched once, and I wanted to ask Mr. Snodgrass, right then and there, if I was pinched too. When I got home I took out the mirror to examine my new and strange looks. My eyes are squinched together; they're small and gray and they don't open all the way wide. My mouth isn't too much better off. It's tight like a closed drawstring laundry bag. There's nothing special about my nose: it's small and sits on my face like someone set it down and forgot to come back for it. My hair, my best feature, is nothing more than tight brown curls stuck to my head like I'd taken glue to them, but at least there's room for improvement. When Daisy does my hair over it looks shiny and fluffy, like a souffl? cooked up to perfection. May is very much the same, except she's older and uglier and heavier than I am, and she has a wart by her nose. She has wrinkles too, like she went and slept face down on an oven rack. Sometimes I see her standing by the door, in plain view. She's so clear and radiant she hurts my eyes.

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Reading Group Guide

1. Ruth's story is particularly poignant because of the way she conveys so much that is beyond her understanding. What are the differences between what Ruth tells us and what we infer about her life and the people in it? How does Hamilton achieve this?

2. How do you respond to Ruth's naiveté? Is her lack of understanding about the people in her life frustrating? Or does her innocence make her a more sympathetic character?

3. May is in many ways a monstrous character in Ruth's life. What about her is human and invokes our sympathy? Are there any similarities between May and Ruth?

4. How does Ruth get caught between May and Ruby? Does Justy's birth improve the situation for her at all?

5. Daisy seems comfortable in the world of the novel, even while she remains distinct and apart from everyone in that world. How is her friendship important to Ruth? Is she as well-drawn as the other characters in the book?

6. The Book of Ruth's climax is hinted at throughout the novel. What effect does this type of foreshadowing have on your reading? Does it add to or diminish the impact of the events when they finally occur?

7. Is Ruth's attitude toward Ruby justified at the end of the book?

8. Compare the characters of Aunt Sid in The Book of Ruth and Aunt Kate in A Map of the World. Do they serve the same function for Ruth and Alice?

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  • Posted April 13, 2013

    One of the most beautiful books I have ever read. The story isn

    One of the most beautiful books I have ever read.

    The story isn't pretty of course, it's sad.  Ruth's life is sad; Ruth and May and Ruby all broken people, and don't know how to do it, don't know how to live with grace or ease.  Awkward, all of them, and cruelty in them all, weaknesses.

    But I love Ruth.  No, really -- I love her.  She's one of my all-time favorite heroines.  She's no comic book heroine, she's not perfect by any definition you'd ever find.  Except maybe as a storyteller, getting it all down for us, telling us about it all.  Completely unconscious of her greatness, words and phrases of simple beauty come out of her pen.

    Hamilton is brilliant.  The book she's crafted here -- her first book out of the gate, too -- it's a gem.  I think of Heller, his amazing characterizations -- how I loved Catch22!  Because he painted his characters with such intimacy, is why; yes, it's a very funny book, and a great book, but my greatest love of it is reading the characters he's created, and given to us.

    Hamilton is as good.  People in reviews I've read go on about how sad it is, it's a depressing story, it doesn't have a Hollywood ending, etc and etc.  Hey, it's Saturday evening as I key this in, get yourself to your local cineplex and watch some Hollywood garbage, a perfect smile kissing fake breasts and both of them walking off into the sunshine.

    Meanwhile, back here in the real world, there are real, live, breathing people, doing what they can, as they can.  That's what Hamilton gives us -- real people.  Ruth.  May.  Ruby.  Miss Finch, telling Ruth she had "good thoughts.".  Elmer.   The Rev .  The cruel, cruel children in her schools.  Aunt Sid.  Daisy, for chrissake.  Matt.  On and on, one after another, Hamilton takes us right there, we're with these people, she gets us right into the rooms with them, and the pastures, and the school rooms, and the old house that binds and binds

    And Hamilton gives us pure art, her turns of phrase just flat amazing, the turns of her story every bit as good.  She tells us out of Ruth's mouth, in Ruth's character, in Ruth's tongue, but in the turns of her story she puts stories into Ruth's life, the blind tapes from Miss Finch, which gives Ruth words and metaphors, and Ruth being so shy and so isolated and insular the words are simple, the story, while large, told simply.

    I'm from Illinois, a brother trades, shows, breeds Belgian draft horses, lives not far from where Hamilton put this story.  The people are real.  That town -- Honey Creek -- it's dead on the money, Hamilton nailed it.  I haven't lived in those towns -- no way I'd want to -- but I know them well, and Hamilton has those people pegged.  It rings true.

    I've given this book to people who aren't afraid to look life in the eye, who love beauty even if it's not prettiness, can understand that difference, don't need to be lied to.  It was passed my way by a woman I trust totally, a great art heart, and I've since bought it for others who don't need a burnished Vermeer or soft purple Monet, people who get Van Gogh and Braque, who aren't put off or uncomfortable standing in front of a Hans Hoffman painting.

    I don't know what else I can tell you.  Read this book.  Or don't, if you need pretty.  But if you love beautiful, this is a great place to look -- beauty lives in Hamilton's words.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2011

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    OK, but probably wouldn't want to read again...

    Not one that I will read again, but it does make you think about the nature of people. None of these characters are completely likable or completely evil...A reminder that humanity is rarely black or white, good or evil, right or wrong, but rather many devastating shades of gray.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2008

    this book is good.

    i think this book is good. I liked it, I enjoyed reading this novel because I was getting to know someone who had it hard and still had a chance to do some good and though she may have lost somethings like her family, and husband, she gained a new life, a new start and a new chance at happiness.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2008

    Disappointing Book on An Important Subject

    I read this book after it was required reading in my daughter's English class and the reviews I had read were good. I was disappointed. There is no doubt that the subject was interesting. There are important lessons to be learned from Ruth's life. However, the writing could have been better. The story was told in the first person but a lot of what Ruth was thinking was in language that was too sophisticated for her. When that happened, it was unrealistic. Also, I think telling the story from her point of view also limited what we could learn about some of the other characters, like Matt and even May. Ruth did not really understand them and so we do not get full pictures of them either. Overall, the book was okay but could have been a lot better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2005

    Engrossing yet very depressing

    One of the best first novels I have read. But be sure to do so when your spirits are high. It is too depressing for a cold winter's read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2004

    Classic style

    The book of Ruth has a fitting title, it has a 'biblical', almost martyrlike heroine who is ever tolerant and forgiving,yet, the reader can feel that Ruth possesses more strength than even she is aware of. The writing style is poetic without being too flowery (hard to achieve)...and what I like most is: the book is realistic. Sometimes a hero or heroine, just survives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2004

    The BEST of a long time!!!

    This book will have you going and not want to put it down. It has romance, deceit, tragedy, and everything else you can imagine. This will be one book you will finish, maybe in less than a couple of days depending on how much you liked it!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2004

    A definite page turner

    i read this book within hours on vacation. i enjoyed the plot and it was well written. i highly recommend this book if you like to read a love story gone sour.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2004

    Hauntingly, disturbingly beautiful

    Reading Ms. Hamilton's characters made you feel like you were belong with them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2003

    Can Ruth be Saved?

    It is an engrossing book, but very depressing. I thought Aunt Sid might be Ruth's salvation, but the ending of the book seems to indicate that Ruth is going to continue her mother's self defeating behavior and reject any help from Aunt Sid. This stance shows Ruth's unreality as she is completly unequipped to care for herself and two children. The book was very frustrating as Ruth often had things figured out, wanted to tell what she thought to others, but was never able to do it. For example, if Aunt Sid had known the true conditions of Ruth's household, she probably could have done something, but Ruth presented her with fantasy and only when there was tragedy did Aunt Sid learn what had been going on. I think this would be a good book for Book Club discussion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2003

    Finally A GOOD read!

    I have to say that this was such an incredible book and definitely something I am going to have to read again. I was so tired of picking up pointless and boring books that I really didn't expect much from this book and was absolutely amazed by it. My jaw just dropped reading parts of this book. Truely an incredible book. I wish there was a sequal. I'm interested what would've happened to Ruth, Justy and the new baby, and even Ruby. After I finished this book I had to go back and re-read the first chapter. Took awhile to get into it but was so so so worth it!! Highly recommed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2002

    Depressing First Novel

    I found the Book of Ruth extremely depressing, although it was well-written. Hamilton's book, "A Map of the World," has a much better plot and offered some hope at the end. There is enough horror in the real world without having to read novels like Book of Ruth. I read it because I am in a book discussion group and this was selected. Only one woman in the group liked it. Incidentally I have a master's degree and my undergraduate degree is in English literature, so I am well read. If this were not an Oprah selection it would not have been successful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2002

    Hats Off to Ruth and Jane Hamilton!!!

    The Book of Ruth took me by surprise in so many ways but the intiguing and very different way she saw the the world and events in her life were what kept me turning pages. Jane Hamilton was able to develop a character with limited education and experiences who was quite believable and whose narration continually aroused my interest.I found this character to be full of hope and determination in a world where others would have found only despair.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2001

    Enthralling and poignant

    I was so deeply entrenched in this novel from the first page that I immediately felt like part of the story. Ms. Hamilton's writing style is so pure and honest that the voice of Ruth was realistic and captivating. The novel is so well written that I found myself chuckling out loud at some of Ruth's romantic and idealistic notions of the people and world around her; yet I was also moved to tears by the underlying theme of perpetuating a family cycle of emotional and verbal abuse as well as learned insecurity and expectation for tragedy as the norm in one's life. Although Ruth is portrayed as a rather simple character from the first chapter, the reader is able to grasp her coming of age as brilliantly written by Ms. Hamilton. Despite Ruth's simple language and use of sentences without complexity one is amazingly able to understand the depth and personality of every character in this novel. The pacing of this book enables one to easily gain insight into Ruth as a child, adolescent and young adult without any gaps in the storytelling. The range of emotions I unexpectedly felt while reading this book surprised me with every turn of the page. Without giving away too much of the story, the events that transpire are shocking yet at the same time expected almost like a self fulfilling prophecy. This story still haunts me despite finishing it days ago; I have not yet delved into another novel because I am still feeling the need to process 'The Book of Ruth' and ponder my feelings about such a wonderful, although not uplifting book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2001

    thought provoking but depressing

    I read this book book because it was on an approved list of novels to read for a literature class. I found it very slow moving and hard to get into. Although it is depressing it is a very believable story that causes a person to stop and think about life as you realise this story portrays what happens in real life. I struggled through the book and all of sudden the end was there it exploded and was over. Too graphic. Heart wrenching story that is good for people to read to understand and feel what Ruth, the victim and hero, feels. I really would not recomend it though. There are much better books out there to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2001

    Amazing!

    I loved Hamilton's writing style. The way she brings her characters to life with realistic details, her dry humor and her raw and bold vision of daily life makes this novel as impressive as the stories of relatives. It's as though we know that it must have happened to someone. The climax surprised me the way life sometimes does. It has been more than a year that I read it, and I am still with my mouth open in disbelief. I keep on asking myself 'how could it happen?' and then I say 'but of course...'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2001

    DO NOT USE AS BOOK COASTER

    To say that this book changed my life would be an exaggeration,but it stayed with me while i was in the midst of reading it,when i read the last word on the final page, and it is still with me,three years later.It is the kind of book that I would recommend to all of my friends, but never lend for fear that I would not get it back.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2001

    Good, NOT great

    I read this book because I had nothing else to read. I wouldn't have chosen this title if I knew what it was really about. It was nice to find out about all Ruth's life, but-?? I don't know. AND WHAT WAS UP WITH MAY?? The hole time she acted like she hated Ruth. I think she had an unhealthy realationship with Matt. AND I NEVER LIKED RUBY! For those of you who haven't read it yet, I'm not gonna say what happens but I always hated him. He changed the whole rythym of the story. Anyway, It was good, but I wouldn't recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2000

    haunting

    woah. This book is so well written and yet so deeply disturbing,it reverberates in the mind long after it is shelved. You spend the whole book waiting for the big shoe to drop...and when it does, it goes through the floor and leaves you open-mouthed staring at the pages, wondering if you read everything right. It is a true tragedy and gives a hint of resolution but almost not enough.This isn't a sequel-type book and you are left feeling like Ruth will survive, but also feeling like maybe you should say a prayer, too, just in case. Excellent writing. Good read. But dark. Very Delores-Claiborneish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2000

    Different but eye opening

    This was my first Jane Hamilton book. I really enjoyed the story and the way she brought the characters over. There were times I wanted to go into the book and shake Ruth to make her open her eyes. This is a must read because I feel this happens everyday but we close our eyes to it. I look forward to reading anouther Jane Hamilton book in the future.

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