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leafyshivers 's review for:
Lady Oracle
by Margaret Atwood
there are two kinds of readers: those who adore margaret atwood and those who haven't finished anything she's written. i'm kidding, of course; i can objectively understand why some don't enjoy her style – i'm in the former camp, and at this point i've loved enough of her books and other work that i may not be critical enough anymore. but most everything else feels so lacklustre in comparison that, like joan sneaking off to be with the royal porcupine, i can't care if it's wrong.
joan foster's narrative reads as far more than a portrait of the 'authoress' as a young lady, or oracle, or both. her thoughts and decisions are, oh forgive me, relatable -- , but her skin is also too real and imperfect for me to simply slip into, like the bella swan-girls she invents for her costume gothics. the theme of writing- or reading-as-escape is more inventively handled than i find it usually is; here the escape through creation is both figurative and literal. joan is both shadows and substance, and i am grateful that it's not just me. and does she get the happy ending that she repeatedly tells us she longs for? it's hard to say.
joan foster's narrative reads as far more than a portrait of the 'authoress' as a young lady, or oracle, or both. her thoughts and decisions are, oh forgive me, relatable -- , but her skin is also too real and imperfect for me to simply slip into, like the bella swan-girls she invents for her costume gothics. the theme of writing- or reading-as-escape is more inventively handled than i find it usually is; here the escape through creation is both figurative and literal. joan is both shadows and substance, and i am grateful that it's not just me. and does she get the happy ending that she repeatedly tells us she longs for? it's hard to say.