Harper | 2017
Filed Under: My rage knows no bounds!
“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.”
This quote from the 1967 film, COOL HAND LUKE, basically sums up how I’m feeling after reading this book. And I’ve never even seen the movie. The quote just came to me, as a thing I know somehow, deep from within the pop culture recesses of my mind. There’s a lot of useless information in there.
I might also go with: “…in the galaxy of This Sucks Camel Dicks!” -Stepbrothers.
What I mean to say: I wish the publishers hadn’t stuffed this novel into the psychological-thriller genre just because that’s where all the cool kids are, and had instead been honest about what this book is – a dark romance meets women’s fiction meets soap opera intrigue with a terrible, TERRIBLE fucking message.
I’m sorry, but I am not thrilled.
Had I known this from the start, I would have passed on reading it, because this level of dramatic soap-opera nutty-ness is just not my thing. It lacks humour and humanity and is overpopulated with terrible one-liners, clichés and silly dialogue and tropes that felt like a copy of a copy of a copy, to paraphrase Palahniuk.
Not to mention, the internal misogyny that permeates the entire theme gets my feminist hackles up.
Anyway… I didn’t know I shouldn’t read this, so I did, and now I have library late fees and a shitty review to write, so buckle up, bitches!
(This could get mildly spoiler-y because I’m going to rant, so if you’re super excited to read this, here’s my takeaway: Don’t waste your time with this, unless you’re cool with domestic abuse being legitimized. Otherwise, read on!)
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