Someone explain to me how i, a borderline insomniac, dozed off at least 5 times trying to get through this book because it truly alludes me.
In terms of premise this should've been right up my alley. Messy history about unhinged gay people? Two of my favorite things to read about. Yet somehow it didn't hit :/
Picked up this book for 3 reasons and 3 reasons alone, ranked from most to least important
1. the fig tree analogy 2. I was told we were following a journalist MC (relatable) 3. I'm trying to read more classics
Jesus Christ did I hate this. Esther is an absolute asshole all the way throughout. I was warned for problematic language, but her dedication to insulting every other character was something else. Being stuck in her head was incredibly unpleasant for me. And that's not because I don't like reading from a villain/unlikable POV. As long as the story makes me understand WHY a character turned out this way, I like a good villain POV. I simply felt like Esther's bitterness towards literally everyone wasn't warranted whatsoever. White women claiming this is feminist literature or even admitting that they relate to Esther terrify me and will be avoided at all costs.
Also fun fact: this was the second physical book I bought since getting an e-reader (the other one being: her body and other parties) and I HATED both books. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Almost put me in a reading slump, should've DNF'ed, Beya Rabaï why did u lead me astray with your gorgeous cover design.