The Sound of Glass is close to fifteen hours of listening and narrated by Therese Plummer and Susan Bennett. In my opinion, there was no need for dual narration, the readers pretty much sound alike. Beyond this, narration is fine, unique voices for several characters.
The title is based on the tinkle of sea glass used to create wind chimes, a lovely image, and a lovely cover design. No secrets there, you’ll learn this early in the story.
The Sound of Glass begins with a mid-fifties plane crash that rains debris on the home of an abused woman, Edith. Part of the debris is a suitcase containing a letter, the contents of which is a mystery to the reader, but life altering for Edith. Years later, Edith bequeaths her sea-side mansion to an abusing grandson. The grandson dies, and his wife, Merit, inherits the house. And an inconceivable connection involving a passenger on the doomed flight (the suitcase owner), and Merit, is a fundamental link. It’s just too much of a stretch for me. Secrets abound and you’ll be near the end of the story before it all comes together.
A side character is Merit’s step-mother. A southern “bless your heart” belle with tons of ‘my momma told me’ advice you’ll either enjoy or find completely annoying. Women who wear a lot of make-up, high heels, and are physically vain annoy me … she’s one of those.
Women who wear no make-up, flats, and work hard at being a plain-Jane annoy me, too … Merit is one of those.
Part of reading this type of fiction is reader willingness to stretch imagination with regard to coincidence that would not happen in real life … no possible way … so stretch … a lot. If you’re willing to do this, and you like chic-lit, you’ll enjoy the story, one of abused women through several generations.
I’ve trouble recommending a book with such an absurd plot … but … if you can take the ridiculous concurrence of circumstances and events, have at it.