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A review by arieslofi
Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder
dark
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
1.0
1 star for the interesting premise. i would have been more fulfilled had i not read this book. i would have instead read something good, something not written by someone who took a creative writing course once and applied everything their teacher loved to their debut novel. i refuse to believe this was edited. had it been so, this would have been half of its actual length, if even that.
do you wish to read this book? truly? with your very stupid heart? okay. here's what the entire book is like, repeated throughout 200+ pages, as recreated by yours truly:
She was Nightbitch and she wanted to taste blood, to run free, to feel the wind in her matted, unbrushed, unkempt hair, dirt under her fingernails. She was a dog. But she couldn't tell anyone, they'd think she was crazy. Mentally ill. They'd think these doggy games with her son were abuse, or worse. The working moms didn't get it, so perfect, perfect teeth and perfect clothes and a perfect life she too once had, now down the drain thanks to the child. She loved the child. But she hated him too. She hated her husband more. Couldn't he understand her? Wasn't she worthy of his care? It made her angry, rage bubbling from deep inside her gut, near her womb, that sad, rotten organ. And with anger, she wanted to taste blood.
Just throw in a small and very obvious G-d stand in that is still explained to you, despite how obvious it is, that in the end doesn't truly matter at all (none of this book does, really).
TL;DR: Set back feminism by its lonesome. Congrats.
do you wish to read this book? truly? with your very stupid heart? okay. here's what the entire book is like, repeated throughout 200+ pages, as recreated by yours truly:
She was Nightbitch and she wanted to taste blood, to run free, to feel the wind in her matted, unbrushed, unkempt hair, dirt under her fingernails. She was a dog. But she couldn't tell anyone, they'd think she was crazy. Mentally ill. They'd think these doggy games with her son were abuse, or worse. The working moms didn't get it, so perfect, perfect teeth and perfect clothes and a perfect life she too once had, now down the drain thanks to the child. She loved the child. But she hated him too. She hated her husband more. Couldn't he understand her? Wasn't she worthy of his care? It made her angry, rage bubbling from deep inside her gut, near her womb, that sad, rotten organ. And with anger, she wanted to taste blood.
Just throw in a small and very obvious G-d stand in that is still explained to you, despite how obvious it is, that in the end doesn't truly matter at all (none of this book does, really).
TL;DR: Set back feminism by its lonesome. Congrats.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Animal death, Animal cruelty, Misogyny, Pregnancy, Gore, and Violence
Moderate: Injury/Injury detail, Sexism, and Sexual content