At the start of 'If You Were Here', we are introduced to Peggy Andrews, who is struggling with a moral dilemma. Her husband died of Huntington's disease, a rare genetic disorder that has a 50/50 chance of being passed on to a child. Peggy was terrified at the thought that her daughter Beth may also have the condition, and so, when the opportunity for genetic testing was offered, she begged her not to have the rest, preferring to live in hope instead of fear.
Years later, Beth dies in a sudden accident, and after her death, Peggy finds a letter confirming her worst fear - Beth had secretly had the test, and been diagnosed with Huntington's. But she had told no one, least of all her own daughter Flo, who grew up blissfully unaware of her family's connection to Huntington's. In her mind, her grandpa died of 'some kind of Parkinson's', and her mother's death was a tragic accident, as Beth had hidden her own diagnosis and symptoms from her daughter.
Peggy is now faced with the awful reality of having to tell her granddaughter the truth about their family history, and even worse, the fact that she too may have inherited this disease, leaving Flo to face a heart-wrenching decision - should she follow in her mother's path, and also get tested for Huntington's?
I have to admit, 'If You Were Here' is exactly my kind of book. You know how everyone has that type of novel, where you can tell just from the tagline and a quick skim of the description that you'll love it? Yep, for me the description literally reads like an amalgamation of all of my favourite elements of a novel smushed into one. Family drama, moral conundrums, life altering decisions - what more could you want?
At the start of the novel, Peggy is debating whether to tell Flo about the potential for her to have the Huntington's gene, and while this section was interesting, I found the book really picked up once Peggy had told Flo, as the complexities of the choice facing Flo made for really heart-wrenching reading. If you'd have asked me before I'd read this book, I would have straight away said that of course I would take the test - surely being able to prepare is better? But in that sense this book was completely unbiased as to what the best option was, and Peterson put forward a really good case for both taking and not taking the test.
One of the real strengths of this book to me was the inclusion of multiples perspectives - chapters were written from the POV of Peggy, Flo, and later, diary entries written by Beth throughout her life. Beth's diary entries in particular were a great example of strong characterisation - her voice was so distinctive, and gave a real insight into the particular struggles of being raised by someone with a genetic condition which you fear you might also have. I also found it really interesting to read from the POV of a relative who did not have the condition and the heartbreak they experienced as a spectator (Peggy), and while some of her decisions/actions were difficult to understand, it did make my heart break for her to think how awful it must be, to have a condition tear such destruction throughout your entire family.
However, obviously the main character of the book in terms of plot is Flo, and the choice she has to face with regards to getting the test. I won't spoil whether she does or not, but I will say that her decision, and the path she takes to reach it, sparked a lot of conversation with family and friends, especially when a relative pointed out that a similar dilemma had also been faced by a family on Neighbours!
All in all, I was really impressed by 'If You Were Here' - it was a poignant, moving, and ultimately really life-affirming novel about the importance of living each day to the fullest and appreciating what you have while you have it. I'll end on one of my favourite quotes, that I feel really sums up the heart of this book:
'These days, people strive for perfection, not realising all they really need is health and happiness. A spotless kitchen isn't going to cut the mustard. A meal in a Michelin-starred restaurant won't either. It's the people sitting around your kitchen table who count.'