Have you ever HATED a book? You know from past posts that I have.
But the first book I can remember ever truly feeling mad about came much earlier in life.
Thanks to an October birthday and my elementary school’s rules for kindergarten enrollment, I was one of the youngest members of my class throughout my education. As a result, I was always among the smallest in stature, but my personality was pretty large. I was a pure extrovert. Continue reading →
I loathe this book and yet I forced myself to finish. Do you do that too?
After I finally finished the book (and it felt like ages), I googled the title and the author to see what other people thought. I quickly got the sense that people who liked it didn’t look much past the apparently still-titillating notion of a relationship between two women. I say this because few people commented on the god-awful writing, and the huge holes in both plot and character.