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ebonwilde's Reviews (901)
short review:
bizarre, grating, and violently british. i can't tell if the ending makes up for it or makes it worse.
long review:
it had such an interesting premise, but the narrative style was grating. not necessarily the views of the fmc, because good for her honestly, but the diction and sentence structure were truly abominable. and the fact that the fmc presented herself as a woman's rights activist but spent the entire book harassing women without analyzing their choices in the context of a patriarchal society. this would perhaps make sense as satire of the self-absorption of white feminism, but the author is apparently both white and a part of british peerage, so take from that what you will. also, the fmc was presented as an intelligent, competent woman and killer to boot, so the entire idea of her putting her confession on paper is utterly ridiculous, made more so by her being bested by a man at the end. i will, however, say it was quite funny at times.
2½ stars
bizarre, grating, and violently british. i can't tell if the ending makes up for it or makes it worse.
long review:
it had such an interesting premise, but the narrative style was grating. not necessarily the views of the fmc, because good for her honestly, but the diction and sentence structure were truly abominable. and the fact that the fmc presented herself as a woman's rights activist but spent the entire book harassing women without analyzing their choices in the context of a patriarchal society. this would perhaps make sense as satire of the self-absorption of white feminism, but the author is apparently both white and a part of british peerage, so take from that what you will. also, the fmc was presented as an intelligent, competent woman and killer to boot, so the entire idea of her putting her confession on paper is utterly ridiculous, made more so by her being bested by a man at the end. i will, however, say it was quite funny at times.
2½ stars
i really loved the concept, but i wanted it to be full-blown horror. i wanted it to really dive into the brain of a female rapist and her function in a patriarchal society, with full violence and gore. a morally black woman who delighted in the whole experience. this was not that. this was a comedy thriller at best. just the perspective of the "victims," who, no offense, but i just didn't care about. especially that creature sebastian; she should have done him worse. i also disliked the writing style; i understand it's meant to emulate a victim's descent into madness and hysteria, but it just felt all over the place for me. perhaps because i simply did not connect to any of these supposed victims? it was a quite cathartic read, i'll give it that.
You humans always think you’re destined for things, for tragedy or for greatness. Destiny is a myth. Destiny is the only myth. The gods choose nothing. You chose.
utterly phenomenal. i have no words.
