This book was a gift. I am very sure of that.
Let me share with you the synopsis:
Wilson Velez is a gang lord in solitary confinement, slowly losing his mind. Lizbeth Greene is a celebrated crime novelist whose inspiration is beginning to run dry. When Lizbeth decides that writing a book about Velez could revive her ailing career, she begins to visit him in prison. Gradually, she becomes drawn into Wilson’s dark world and the pair engage in a complex and fascinating dance of attraction and rejection. For Lizbeth needs Wilson to kick-start her career while Wilson needs Lizbeth to get out of solitary confinement.
I didn’t’ like the book when I first read it. However, I was intrigued by the relationship between Wilson and Lizbeth, the differences, the similarities, the dependency, the betrayal. I was curious to know how it ended and it wasn’t how I expected it to end but then I couldn’t know how else it should end either. Can I say that in a way, I was sad for both of them?
The title of this book is actually the title of the story written by Wilson Velez and it’s this story that is more interesting. One of the reasons that kept me faithfully reading page after page was the interest to see where this story within a story was going. It certainly wasn’t Lizbeth Greene nor was it Wilson Velez but more the gargoyles of Gramercy Park.
Monsters of Gramercy Park was first published in 2005. There’s nothing much I can find out about the author except that he lives in London and has worked as a musician and a journalist.
Would I recommend this book?
Hesitant to say yes – just for the gargoyles.
Forced to say no – because I don’t want you to hate me.
In the end will say – why not? If you have time and nothing to do. It’s not that bad after all.