hilotron 's review for:

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender

1.0

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I don't usually write book reviews, not because I never feel passionately about a book, but more because I just don't want to. This book actually kept me awake. Not in a good way. I find hidden meaning in just about everything. I read critically. I pick up on the nuances in writing. This book? This book made no sense to me. And I finished it because I felt guilty that I didn't get it and because I hated it for it's utter pointlessness. Why? Why did any of this happen? What is the great lesson I'm supposed to take away from this? I can see that it's supposed to be a metaphor for something important but there's nothing there for me to sink my teeth into. Why does she taste these feelings? She doesn't use this power for anything other than an excuse to be depressed and lazy. Seriously, Rose, you have this power? Use it. And Joseph? My god. It sure is difficult to be an emotionally impaired genius but he becomes objects? He becomes furniture? Why? Why furniture? What part of his life or psyche made him so damaged that he had to become a chair for all eternity just to escape the real world? There is no urgency in this story. There is no real conflict, no trauma, no point. Please, for the love of all things well-written, don't waste your time on this book.