I love French's other work because it can make me queasy, yet I can't stop looking at it. Rather than exploiting the reader for shock value, which comes across as artificial, French's work is deeply and profoundly disturbing. As a reader, there's no stopping to appreciate her stories intellectually. The Soap Lady, on the other hand, feels forced and unnatural despite its beauty, like the jolt that happens when kids begin to grow up. It's surprising that French, who has spent so much time successfully translating the experience of childhood to adults, falters when it comes time to write for children.
Adolescence is a painful, heartbreaking time.
The worst thing about growing up is that it has to happen. The best thing about it is that the scars of adolescence eventually fade, and we get better at getting older as the years go by. Flaws and all, The Soap Lady marks the beginning of a mature, fully realized style for French. So appreciate it as a grown-up, and recognize its promise of better things to come. Maybe read it to some kids who come to visit one afternoon, but keep one clean on the bookshelf for yourself.