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The Exhibition of Persephone Q
by Jessi Jezewska Stevens
challenging
funny
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
a book that kind of reads like poetry. sometimes the flowery language felt suffocating, but other times it rewarded me with profound sentiments. truthfully, i was unsure of this book until i found myself on page 53, reading and re-reading a paragraph that will linger in my head for awhile:
"It slips away from you, your name. as a girl, I was Marie Antoinette, eating cake. I was tree-limbed Daphne in the woods with my dogs. In Spanish class at school, I was Lupita. In German, Wilhelmine. As an adult, I still felt startled when people said my name aloud. Misha called me Babe. With the self-help author, I was Doll. My fiancé had assigned so many endearments and diminutives that I felt like a whole collection of women bound into one, a composite of -lets and -chens and -kins, in addition to further derivatives and declensions I'd rather not remember here. Now, he had renamed me once again. Persephone Q. For all intents and purposes, we were one and the same."
part two was my favorite section, as we finally received background on our emotionally unregulated main charecter. hearing about her relationship with her mother, and her subsequent grief in dealing with her death made her illogical decisions throughout the book feel a little more rational.
overall, i recommend if you need a book where everything is rather low-stakes. nothing of significance happens here, and i feel everyone needs a book like that from time to time.
"It slips away from you, your name. as a girl, I was Marie Antoinette, eating cake. I was tree-limbed Daphne in the woods with my dogs. In Spanish class at school, I was Lupita. In German, Wilhelmine. As an adult, I still felt startled when people said my name aloud. Misha called me Babe. With the self-help author, I was Doll. My fiancé had assigned so many endearments and diminutives that I felt like a whole collection of women bound into one, a composite of -lets and -chens and -kins, in addition to further derivatives and declensions I'd rather not remember here. Now, he had renamed me once again. Persephone Q. For all intents and purposes, we were one and the same."
part two was my favorite section, as we finally received background on our emotionally unregulated main charecter. hearing about her relationship with her mother, and her subsequent grief in dealing with her death made her illogical decisions throughout the book feel a little more rational.
overall, i recommend if you need a book where everything is rather low-stakes. nothing of significance happens here, and i feel everyone needs a book like that from time to time.