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3.11 AVERAGE
3.11 AVERAGE
I can see why this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I loved it. It's not really a novel, it's its own strange new thing. It reads like prose poetry, stream of consciousness, word association, and some deeply weird allegory. The subject matter, a young woman dealing with the after effects of a brutal sexual assault, is not easy, but most of the details are only alluded to or are abstract enough that I didn't feel overwhelmed by it. This was incredibly dark, but I was just hypnotized by the whole thing.
I wanted to like this so badly. I loved the description on the back cover. I felt like it would be moving, innovative, exciting.
Instead I found myself feeling physically sick throughout. The imagery used - while interesting and memorable - turned my stomach so badly, it’s been almost a month since I read it and I still can’t look at sausages.
The writing was good. Lyrical. Interesting.
But it’s not for the faint hearted. It really is sickening.
Instead I found myself feeling physically sick throughout. The imagery used - while interesting and memorable - turned my stomach so badly, it’s been almost a month since I read it and I still can’t look at sausages.
The writing was good. Lyrical. Interesting.
But it’s not for the faint hearted. It really is sickening.
2.5⭐
I have so mixed feelings about this book you guys. I think I couldn't understand the all of it as much as I should have. I loved the writing style and the story but it was... Too special for me, I guess.
I have so mixed feelings about this book you guys. I think I couldn't understand the all of it as much as I should have. I loved the writing style and the story but it was... Too special for me, I guess.
There are days when I revel in the fact that some authors I read have writing backgrounds, formal university education in the field. I can usually expect much from them, as long as their academic institution is reputable (to be defined by someone other than me) and their professors somewhat cognizant of what they are doing. I was eager to see what Glass had to say in this novella, her first piece of published writing (from what I could tell). Thereafter, like a crate of rotten fruit, things began to stink and turned my stomach. This piece, if one can call it more than a jumble of words, is best read when under the influence of many intoxicants, though one might presume it was also written in that state. It meanders around, pertaining to something or someone named Peach and there is some sort of sexual assault that may or may not yield a pregnancy. I did not care by that point and worry that others might waste their time and effort trying to see if there is something more to this piece.
Three cheers for a wasted education!
Three cheers for a wasted education!
I still can’t believe that this is Emma Glass’s debut novel. I can’t get the imagery from her experimental prose out of my head and I read this one in January! (Sorry it has taken me over to get around to writing a review for it) I can definitely see this one making my best of 2018 list. I know that is bold to say this early in the year, but I truly loved this little gem.
Before reading on, I just want to give you a trigger warning for sexual assault.
This story follows a teenage girl, Peach, after she is sexually assaulted one night on her way home. We see how this affects her perception of herself and her relationships as she deals with the fear of her attacker returning and continues to keep the secret of her assault. It’s a very visceral read, which I contribute to Glass’s complex wordplay. The characters are all portrayed as food and at first it seems strange, but it really adds to the peculiar and unsettling feeling that was at the pit of my stomach while reading this. The experimental aspects of this story add to the urgency of the storyline and contribute to the emotional suspense. This story is equal parts unsettling and fascinating.
Before reading on, I just want to give you a trigger warning for sexual assault.
This story follows a teenage girl, Peach, after she is sexually assaulted one night on her way home. We see how this affects her perception of herself and her relationships as she deals with the fear of her attacker returning and continues to keep the secret of her assault. It’s a very visceral read, which I contribute to Glass’s complex wordplay. The characters are all portrayed as food and at first it seems strange, but it really adds to the peculiar and unsettling feeling that was at the pit of my stomach while reading this. The experimental aspects of this story add to the urgency of the storyline and contribute to the emotional suspense. This story is equal parts unsettling and fascinating.
No idea what to think of this one. Any explainations welcome!
I have so many questions. What happened in the end? T_T
Entiendo que tenga tantas reseñas negativas por aquí porque no es un libro fácil, desde luego que no, pero sin duda es un ejercicio de escritura duro y tremendo. Hablar del trauma no es fácil pero Emma Glass consigue hacerlo de la forma más honesta posible.
challenging
dark
slow-paced
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes