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3.26 AVERAGE
3.26 AVERAGE
I've had this book on my shelf for ages and have finally got round to reading it - well, more fool me, because it's brilliant! It may be slight in size but it packs a powerful punch - haunting, spooky and just amazing. It might have started off slowly but the character build up is gripping and it just keeps getting better, especially when they finally all get together! I will definitely be buying more Winton books in the near future.
challenging
dark
emotional
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Content Warnings
Graphic: Grief
Moderate: Animal death, Murder
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
actually very cool
dark
An odd Novella that had so much potential but for the life of me I had no idea wtf was going on
Once again, however, there was an unnecessary weird sexual bit that only ever seems to occur within books written by men :))) to quote - TW -
‘She might be eighteen, twenty maybe. He knew he should take his hands off her, but he ran a palm up her thigh and across her cotton panties. Her little belly was round and hard as fruit, and Jaccob sat there aching with his hand on her till the first cautious bird broke into song, and the light showed the mist rising on the slopes and the sorry lump in his jeans.’ LIKE THIS WASNT RELEVANT AT ALL TO STORY I STG
Like, why is this weirdness necessary?? It added 0 value to this book other than to piss me off
Once again, however, there was an unnecessary weird sexual bit that only ever seems to occur within books written by men :))) to quote - TW -
‘She might be eighteen, twenty maybe. He knew he should take his hands off her, but he ran a palm up her thigh and across her cotton panties. Her little belly was round and hard as fruit, and Jaccob sat there aching with his hand on her till the first cautious bird broke into song, and the light showed the mist rising on the slopes and the sorry lump in his jeans.’ LIKE THIS WASNT RELEVANT AT ALL TO STORY I STG
Like, why is this weirdness necessary?? It added 0 value to this book other than to piss me off
When a man dreams things from the past, you’d think he’d be able to rearrange them in new sequences to please himself. You’d think your unconscious mind would want to do it for you, to spare you the grief and shame. But no. In my dreams, it all happens as it happened, and I see it and be it again and again and the confusion never wears off.
3.5
3.5