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Eliza and Her Monsters
by Francesca Zappia
(Originally gave 4 stars but lowers down to 2)
Trigger warnings - Suicidal thoughts, mentions of past suicide, mentions of suicide present, anxiety, depression,
I thought this book was close to fine, but not exactly their. I didn’t really like this book. Idk why I gave it such a high rating in the first place, but I think I felt pressured to like this. I probably didn’t because I didn’t like Eliza our main character. We’re supposed to sympathize with her character and feel something for her but all I felt was dislike.
Eliza is a shallow character, and it seems she’s always paranoid someone is out to get her. She keeps secrets from her boyfriend and best friends, and always says that her parents don’t understand her...yet she doesn’t tell them...anything? How the fuck are they supposed to know if you don’t tell them? They can’t read minds Eliza. Plus she claims that she doesn’t have any friends, but she goes through ZERO effort to make any. People are shitty, yeah, but try to make friends outside of school. Not everyone you meet is a shitty person, and it’s almost played out that way (basically so we’ll get ourselves to like Eliza).
Wallace is also a shallow asshole. I liked him in the first half, but his character arc definitely went down hill for me. For example: he knows Eliza is going through some shit (even though she brought it upon herself), and he demands Eliza finish her comic so that he can publish it under his name. Eliza refuses and he storms out on her, claiming he’ll never forgive her. WHAT A GREAT GUY.
The only redeeming thing was the fact that Eliza’s brothers were such good brothers. Even though Eliza is a shitty sister (who for some reason thinks that her 13 + 14 year old brothers are being mean to her by teasing) and shitty person, they’re still loyal to her, and are with her till the end. The anxiety and depression rep was good too (I have both so I guess I can say wether or not it’s good?).
Overall though I just really hated Eliza and Wallace. I wouldn’t recommend.
Trigger warnings - Suicidal thoughts, mentions of past suicide, mentions of suicide present, anxiety, depression,
I thought this book was close to fine, but not exactly their. I didn’t really like this book. Idk why I gave it such a high rating in the first place, but I think I felt pressured to like this. I probably didn’t because I didn’t like Eliza our main character. We’re supposed to sympathize with her character and feel something for her but all I felt was dislike.
Eliza is a shallow character, and it seems she’s always paranoid someone is out to get her. She keeps secrets from her boyfriend and best friends, and always says that her parents don’t understand her...yet she doesn’t tell them...anything? How the fuck are they supposed to know if you don’t tell them? They can’t read minds Eliza. Plus she claims that she doesn’t have any friends, but she goes through ZERO effort to make any. People are shitty, yeah, but try to make friends outside of school. Not everyone you meet is a shitty person, and it’s almost played out that way (basically so we’ll get ourselves to like Eliza).
Wallace is also a shallow asshole. I liked him in the first half, but his character arc definitely went down hill for me. For example: he knows Eliza is going through some shit (even though she brought it upon herself), and he demands Eliza finish her comic so that he can publish it under his name. Eliza refuses and he storms out on her, claiming he’ll never forgive her. WHAT A GREAT GUY.
The only redeeming thing was the fact that Eliza’s brothers were such good brothers. Even though Eliza is a shitty sister (who for some reason thinks that her 13 + 14 year old brothers are being mean to her by teasing) and shitty person, they’re still loyal to her, and are with her till the end. The anxiety and depression rep was good too (I have both so I guess I can say wether or not it’s good?).
Overall though I just really hated Eliza and Wallace. I wouldn’t recommend.