A review by senqin
The Fourth Island by Sarah Tolmie

1.0

The ball is the world. The rope pulls the world. The cow attached to the rope pulls it. We are the cow. We pull the world. The cow eats the grass. We are the grass. The cow eats us. In the cow, we pull the world. We eat the cow. In us, the cow pulls the world.

★

I was lured in by the haunting premise of an Isle of the Dead and Irish mythology but unfortunately ended up thinking this was a convoluted mess. The writing came off as trying too hard to be poetic and deep without achieving any sense of coherence. Did not feel literally any emotions reading this book.