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literary_escape_artist's review
challenging
dark
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Sexual harassment
thecheeseowl's review
dark
emotional
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.25
The first part of the book was unnecessarily long and kept from the actually interesting part of the book. This book would have benefited from being multiple pages shorter. Which is a shame for an already short book.
ineffablebooks's review
4.0
Great adaptation of little red riding hood and beautifully written. The introductory paragraphs are some of the best writing I've ever read. The ending is unexpected and in a way quite confusing but over all a great story. I look forward to reading Carter's other stories.
tel5's review against another edition
dark
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
3.5
mulders's review
dark
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.75
“She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg; she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver. She has her knife and she is afraid of nothing.”
rereading in anticipation of the film. a shorter story but an unbelievably evocative piece of writing in the signature carter style, and with those signature carter themes of blood, virginity, sacrifice, innocence, ferality, life and death.
“she knew the worst wolves are hairy on the inside and she shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl she pulled more closely round herself as if it could protect her although it was as red as the blood she must spill (...) the colour of poppies, the colour of sacrifices, the colour of her menses”