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A review by shiloniz
Justine by Forsyth Harmon
4.0
"I watched our feet cross the black-and-white-checkered tile, matching my step to hers. It made me feel like I was with her--like I almost was her--"
A compulsive read, paired with delicate artwork, that captures the acute sensation that can happen between teenage girls where one acts as a doll, a sort of plaything to the other. Meanwhile the doll, obsessed with being the perfect replica of the other, spirals out of control. When Ali sees the enigmatic Justine working at the local stop and shop she immediately applies for a job to work there. What follows is the haunting story of the insipid nature of a culture that is obsessed with thinness and physical attractiveness over all else.
A compulsive read, paired with delicate artwork, that captures the acute sensation that can happen between teenage girls where one acts as a doll, a sort of plaything to the other. Meanwhile the doll, obsessed with being the perfect replica of the other, spirals out of control. When Ali sees the enigmatic Justine working at the local stop and shop she immediately applies for a job to work there. What follows is the haunting story of the insipid nature of a culture that is obsessed with thinness and physical attractiveness over all else.