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A review by stephbrittoleal
A Joia by Amy Ewing
1.0
Just. If Amy wanted to spit on The Handmaid's Tale, she should have bought a copy and spit on it and spared us from this bizarre, badly written ode to being in love with a stranger and then being ok w the idea of being an incubator to them, and willing to sacrifice daily raped girls or mutilated people working as servants or the entire oppressed class you came out from just because True Love.
I thought The selection was the bottom of the dystopia subgenre, the silly glamourization of women being just pretty pieces of meat. It was at least sympathetic as I actually buy into America liking the prince. But this?
This is about underage girls being raped to give daughters to old cruel women. Don't get me started on the men. It's about people being castrated or mutilated to serve those rich freaks. It's about an entire city being stomped so rich women can buy sex dolls of flesh and blood to their husbands and sons. Everything coated in sugar, glitter and naturally beautiful girl with exquisite violet eyes. Rolled my eyes so hard I don't think they coming back to the right place ever again.
It's some narcisistic white women neurosis: it's all good if I can place it inside a monarchy that is pure glamour and aesthetics and Superpowers.... And true love, of course.
I'm never again reading this author. There are way too many good women writing and not getting attention so this kind of bizarre shit can fill the pockets of mediocre white women.
I thought The selection was the bottom of the dystopia subgenre, the silly glamourization of women being just pretty pieces of meat. It was at least sympathetic as I actually buy into America liking the prince. But this?
This is about underage girls being raped to give daughters to old cruel women. Don't get me started on the men. It's about people being castrated or mutilated to serve those rich freaks. It's about an entire city being stomped so rich women can buy sex dolls of flesh and blood to their husbands and sons. Everything coated in sugar, glitter and naturally beautiful girl with exquisite violet eyes. Rolled my eyes so hard I don't think they coming back to the right place ever again.
It's some narcisistic white women neurosis: it's all good if I can place it inside a monarchy that is pure glamour and aesthetics and Superpowers.... And true love, of course.
I'm never again reading this author. There are way too many good women writing and not getting attention so this kind of bizarre shit can fill the pockets of mediocre white women.