Any time I hear of a book about a bunch of kids planning some epic sort of vacay where a wrong turn is taken I (a) immediately want it and
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Any time I hear of a book about a bunch of kids planning some epic sort of vacay where a wrong turn is taken I (a) immediately want it and (b) immediately go to the most obvious place in my brain regarding what the story is going to be about . . . .
It only took about 20 pages to find out this group of road trippers probably weren't going to be dealing with inbred cannibals, however. So six kids are on a trip down to Gulf Shores to partaaaaaay for Spring Break when they find themselves not only broke down in the backwoods of North Carolina, but with a sniper taking aim. The request is simple – give up the secret and only one person will be hurt.
The biggest problem I had with this one is there was about 250 pages worth of story delivered in nearly 400. Talk about a slog. Once the action picked up at about the halfway point things got spicey, but oh my word there was so much hinting around regarding what was pretty flipping obvious right from the jump. And the writing? It’s what my pal GirlWithThePinkSkiMask would call closed captioned ass . . . .
I mean we are talking EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL. regarding what was packed in suitcases or the contents of drawers or the parts of a walkie-talkie. #snore The good news is once these chillins started spilling their secrets, the orange was pretty juicy and I did not see all the twists and revelations that were to come. This wasn’t nearly as good as A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder (at least the first one, you know your girl don’t make a habit of reading past #1 in a series), but if you like the stabby YA it might work for you.
I picked this up because in a sea of lackluster Christmas reads, I really dug The Christmas Wish. Of course, I have yet to review that one, because leI picked this up because in a sea of lackluster Christmas reads, I really dug The Christmas Wish. Of course, I have yet to review that one, because let’s face it . . .
Sadly On a Night Like This made me feel the major *womp wommmmmmp*. As I said above, I picked this up from the library immediately after finishing the aforementioned winning holiday romcom. I didn’t look at the blurb (but we all know I more than dibble dabble in some cartoony cover). And speaking of cover – I truly thought it was a bait and switch. You see the story here is our leading lady is an out of work PA who reaches out to a temp agency and lands a high paying weeklong gig working for a pop superstar in advance of the charity gala of the year in which said superstar will be the headliner. Juliette’s reputation proceeds her, but Fran is pleasantly surprised to find not only a human behind the persona, but a nice one at that . . . until the day of the event where she pulls a real Jekyll and Hyde. At that point this book completely jumped the shark for me when Fran had a (literal) run-in with some handsome fella at whatever the European equivalent of a Bodega is, got fired, crashed the party and things morphed into a Cinderall retelling.
What. The. Actual. Eff??????
This was a mess. The first half of the story was pretty much just . . . . a waste of time? Or more like wasted potential. If you love Disney princess retellings, maybe this is for you? But the whirlwind night of tarot card reading and carnival games and silent auction and slapstick comedy was most definitely NOT for me. Fran and Juliette had the chemistry that was lacking with Evan. They had the developed plotline. They had the third act “breakup” that made sense and they should have been two girls kissing at the end. Evan Shmevan. He and his whole storyline was nothing but a cardboard cutout.
I’m 100% going to take the blame for my (sorta) wrongreading of this one. You see, 2022 was the yTo find what’s in the dark you have to let it in.
I’m 100% going to take the blame for my (sorta) wrongreading of this one. You see, 2022 was the year where I discovered the “social thriller” and when I saw this book was about Black girls going missing in a backwoods Pennsylvania community my brain immediately told me this was going to fall under the umbrella of that newfound fave genre (so much so that I was able to ignore my dislike of face covers and immediately request it from the library). For those of you who are also thinking about reading this please note this is a horror story, not a thriller.
The story here is of the “maybe you SHOULDN’T go home again” variety. Liz survived a high school party in the woods where Keisha was murdered. Years later, she’s returning to the Rust Belt to attend her best friend’s wedding. And then her friend’s daughter goes missing, bringing up memories of the past and leading Liz to question a slew of unsolved murders of other Black girls that spans 30 years.
Again, I’ll blame myself for finding the big reveal of this one a bit lackluster. I’m definitely a thriller over horror girl . . . .
I never read friends’ reviews before starting a book for some bizarro unfounded fear I have of accidentally plagiarizing their stuff, but I do occasioI never read friends’ reviews before starting a book for some bizarro unfounded fear I have of accidentally plagiarizing their stuff, but I do occasionally take a peek at their ratings and absolutely was going to start my thoughts here with Joan is Okay is . . . okay (just like my friend Michelle did!).
So the story here is about, you guessed it, Joan. It’s partially about the grieving (or lack thereof) process, partially about the immigrant experience, partially about being a woman of a certain age who has no children or partner, partially about competing in a male dominant industry, partially about family and home, partially about Covid, and just a titch of snide humor (which Joan, I’m sure, isn’t even aware she has). It’s told in a free association sort of style with no punctuation indicating dialogue, no chapter breaks, etc. And it’s . . . okay. I read this because it popped up on some of the “Must Reads of 2022” lists. I’m just not smart enough to get what makes this one so special, I guess.
My main complaint (I’ve read enough Cormac McCarthy that the lack of quotation marks will never be an issue for me) was that Joan started off as an obviously “quirky” character – who noted every person she came across by height and weight, mimicked facial expressions and hand gestures because she was unsure of her own, found solace in “friendships” with anthropomorphized objects like the Roomba or the hospital ECMO, was unintentionally funny at times as mentioned above, etc. But then that stopped. And I'm not exactly sure why . Joan had had no epiphany . . . it was like the author either forgot about or simply tired of her own gimmick.
Strangely enough, the things I liked most about this were the mundane items I would normally complain about. Descriptions of food and language and particularly Covid. Go figure ; )
^^^Oh look, it’s an image of me with my Currently Reading stack. At this point I’m afraid to even look and see how many things I’m supposed
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^^^Oh look, it’s an image of me with my Currently Reading stack. At this point I’m afraid to even look and see how many things I’m supposedly still trying to finish. (In case you don’t know me – I only read one book at a time, but at this point in the year it usually says I’m reading 50 or 60 at once because I suck at posting timely reviews).
I’m going to keep this one short and sweet. It’s been two years since the Sophie Foundation added a new member to their elite rankings, but Jessa might be just what the club is looking for. Gabby can’t leave the suspicious “suicide” of her husband alone – which is making her the prime suspect by the police in what would have been a closed case. Eventually these two former college classmates’ paths will cross again.
Okay, so I’ll be the first to admit that revenge stories just really aren’t my jam. That being said, I thought this was one of the better ones I’ve read. The very obvious motive could have been disclosed about a billion pages sooner and I could always live without soap opera drama (in this case the daughter that was simply thrown in for a *gasp* twist and everything that had anything to do with that part of the storyline). I previously gave this author a 1 Star so I’m glad I enjoyed this one. I’ll eventually get around to Pretty Little Wife....more
Lily has spent her whole life trying to keep her mother as calm as possible. While her brother, sister and even father are the ones to put her on edge – triggering both emotional and physical outbursts – it is Lily’s job to maintain peace. She’s done everything from taste testing the three-day-old-expired juice mother prefers to dying her hair and wearing colored contacts to appear as Asian as possible in an attempt to keep her sated. Now only eight weeks before the term will begin at Oxford, Lily is counting down to her getaway. But Lily’s starting to have some breaks from reality and flashbacks from a past she’s not sure are from her own life . . . .
This one gets all of its points for being unique. Once again I’m not loving the comparison to My Dark Vanessa being thrown out (I’m assuming at this point Vanessa is the new Gone Girl from the Window of the Train), but if you’re talking in generalities only maybe Bad Fruit passes the sniff test (hyuck hyuck). Don’t go in expecting some thrilling thrillride – however, if you want a sleeper of a literary domestic this one may be up your alley.
3.5 Stars
Merged review:
Really the only thing you need to know before picking up Bad Fruit is . . . .
Lily has spent her whole life trying to keep her mother as calm as possible. While her brother, sister and even father are the ones to put her on edge – triggering both emotional and physical outbursts – it is Lily’s job to maintain peace. She’s done everything from taste testing the three-day-old-expired juice mother prefers to dying her hair and wearing colored contacts to appear as Asian as possible in an attempt to keep her sated. Now only eight weeks before the term will begin at Oxford, Lily is counting down to her getaway. But Lily’s starting to have some breaks from reality and flashbacks from a past she’s not sure are from her own life . . . .
This one gets all of its points for being unique. Once again I’m not loving the comparison to My Dark Vanessa being thrown out (I’m assuming at this point Vanessa is the new Gone Girl from the Window of the Train), but if you’re talking in generalities only maybe Bad Fruit passes the sniff test (hyuck hyuck). Don’t go in expecting some thrilling thrillride – however, if you want a sleeper of a literary domestic this one may be up your alley.
For years I’ve referred to Matthew Quick as Matthew Quirk – unintentionally to start (I am the girl who thought Riley Sager was a female for like fourFor years I’ve referred to Matthew Quick as Matthew Quirk – unintentionally to start (I am the girl who thought Riley Sager was a female for like four books, after all) – and then on purpose because he does tend to lean into the quirky when it comes to his characters and/or plotlines.
The story here is about Lucas. Lucas has been struggling through the grieving process after losing his wife to a mass shooting at the local movie house. Lucas was deemed a hero, but all he knows is he didn’t save 17 people and thank heavens his beloved wife still visits him in her angel form. In an attempt to make his way out of the darkness, he writes his former Jungian analyst Karl, cohabitates with his deceased wife’s best friend and offers his back yard as shelter to Eli, a young man who has been ostracized due to his relationship with the shooter.
But Lucas and Eli have a plan to fix the town . . .
“You didn’t say you wanted them to star in a monster movie about the shooting that killed all of their loved ones.”
“It’s a metaphor that’s designed to heal!”
As I said, Matthew Quirk. This is a dark novel written by an author experiencing one of the darkest times of his life. But as Florence and her Machine so eloquently stated . . . .
I don’t know how I came to request this from the library, but I’m not happy with whatever version of Kelly it was that cost me the hours I’ll never geI don’t know how I came to request this from the library, but I’m not happy with whatever version of Kelly it was that cost me the hours I’ll never get back from reading it.
Things started with what seemed to be a revenge tale where the leading lady is plotting something against the boy who took advantage of her back in high school …. but all she does is gives him blue balls.
Her husband is a control freak and turning abusive so she’s going to kill him … with the help of her new tenant renting the carriage house … who just happens to be the boy from high school.
Stevie turned their relationship with Sola into a science experiment (and even worse) and now has a deadline of midnight to complete the gr
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Stevie turned their relationship with Sola into a science experiment (and even worse) and now has a deadline of midnight to complete the grandest of grand gestures and win her back.
Kaz has loved Porsha since forever and needs to poo or get off the pot and potentially miss his chance of being more than just friends.
Evan-Rose finds herself stuck in the airport with her ex(ish) girlfriend Van … and her Summer fling Eric.
Jordyn and Omari haven’t really spoken since a kids almost a year ago, but have been trapped in the same car together for over eleven hours now.
Jimmi is trying to keep her band together when she has an unexpected run-in with her first kiss.
Ava and Mason who have recently broken up because high school sweethearts can’t last forever, right?
These intertwined characters are all attempting to make it through a historic Atlanta snowstorm as connected vignettes. Similar to the film version of Let It Snow and completely satisfactory for the teen in your life … or the oldster if they’re like me and still like to dabble in YA. I’ll definitely be checking out Blackout by this same author combo and if this ever becomes a movie I guarantee I would watch it twelve thousand times.
I’ll be honest and say Luckiest Girl Alive probably wouldn’t have even made it to my TBR if I hadn’t been scrolling through Netflix (finally learned how to use the TV this year, so yay me) and saw the title/Mila Kunis’ face and thought “was that a book? I think that was a book?” So I went to the library and immediately downloaded the Kindle version – foregoing the movie for the time being.
Maybe it’s because I went into this blind that I thought it was so great? Maybe it’s because I’m prone to dislike things lately and I had low expectations after seeing the aforementioned friend rating? Maybe it’s because I’ve read so many “dark” or “twisty” things that failed to be either dark or twisty? Who knows? All I know is I rarely give 5 Stars and this one is getting all of them.
I’m not going to give much away here since I knew zero before beginning. The only thing I’ll say is this is the story of Ani as we approach her wedding day. Ani is a girl who has finally made it – the body, the boy, the money, the clothes and the lifestyle she has always dreamed of are finally hers. She’s an unlikeable narrator for most – but those tend to be my favorite. And there’s a reason behind her attitude, you’ll just have to read (or watch the upcoming documentary she’ll be featured in) to find out.
So again, loved Ani (and yes her given name of TifAni was barftastic, but that was her thirsty-to-be-rich-and-trendy mother’s fault, not hers). Her voice was so fresh and her story (although one that has been told before) felt completely fresh as well. And when it comes to twists? Oh, I NEVER saw what was coming.
(Oh, and I ended up watching the movie after I finished the book - it was good too and cut out some of the "noise" regarding the teacher I could have lived without in the paper format.)...more
At this point I think it’s safe to say I’ll read anything that even hints to having some sort of “cultish” mindset attached to it. The twists and revelations here weren’t anything I couldn’t’ see coming, but it was a satisfactory read and, unfortunately, the big law firm stuff regarding being top dog one day only to quite possibly sink right back to the bottom of the barrel should your productivity fall off was pretty much spot on....more
Did I totally take my Bookstagram photo in my firm’s law library/coffee bar surrounded by a bunch of dudes standing in line for their afternoon pick-me-up from the fancy barrista machine??? You bet your Birkin I did!
And now for what I have to say about the actual book. Cover? 27 out of 10. Title? Fifty’leven out of 10. Content??? Wellllllllll, let’s summarize this one in song, shall we? ♬♪♬ Grab your coat and get your hat – suspend all disbelief at the doorstep ♬♪♬
The story here is about “it” girl Kitty. Social media influencer by day and serial killer whenever the need arises. “Kitty’s Code” lays out a clear set of Dexter-esque rules where only the most deserving of uggos are the ones to get whacked.
Sounds great, right? Well, maybe it works better for those who believe you can cart out an entire grownass dismembered dead man in a Balenciaga shopping bag easy breezy beautiful Cover Girl style without ever breaking a sweat, leaving a drippy trail or struggling nary a bit to heave it past the doorman. Or maybe you didn’t like sausage rolls to begin with and can tolerate this “vegan” beating you over the head about how the mincer at the local pork processing plant is the best way to turn your latest victim into upscale pigs in blankets. Or maybe the add-in stalker and big reveal will be more your jam. Unfortunately for me, by the end of this one I was pretty bored.
All we wanted was a place to call our own. To have something that belonged to us. What we got was our lives and homes ripped into bloody shreds.
AAll we wanted was a place to call our own. To have something that belonged to us. What we got was our lives and homes ripped into bloody shreds.
Amy, Liz, Jess, and Melissa are your average suburban moms. They do all their mom duties on the daily – counting down until they can swill boxed wine and get a break from their husbands and kids. The gals are moving on up courtesy of . . .
A mom’s only clubhouse? Talk about the perfect escape . . . or it could have been perfect had the groundbreaking ceremony not unleashed a demonic entity into the neighbourhood.
Okay, are you looking for something light? Are you interested in horror, but skeeeeeeered of being too scurrrrred? This one may be for you. I love a good comedy/horror mashup and this one was a lot of fun.
Seriously, though, NonFiction November forces my dumb ass to add some #smort things to my annual recap and for that I am truly thankful. I read High Risers a couple of weeks ago and said all the facts and figures just weren’t for me. I immediately requested this one from the library and am happy to say it was exactly what I was looking for. I need stories about the people who live in the place rather than simply the place itself and these vignettes of the lives of those who resided in Chicago public housing delivered. It even included several who were mentioned/featured in High Risers. Certainly not a feel good read, but completely authentic and brutally honest.
When did rom coms stop being allowed to simply be rom coms? I’ve been blaming myself for disliking all of the things, but I really don’t th
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When did rom coms stop being allowed to simply be rom coms? I’ve been blaming myself for disliking all of the things, but I really don’t think it’s my fault. I want to read these for the cutesie covers and titles, a bit of the slap and tickle (whether fully monty or fade-to-black style), instalove, tired tropes, witty banter, a frustrating break-up/make-up sesh and a happily forever or for now (hopefully without the addition of a whoopsie pregnancy to harsh my endorphin buzz).
What am I ending up with recently? Bait and switch. No other way to call it. So let’s go down the bullet points of why this highly anticipated release is landing on the Naughty List - and spoiler alert - it ain't for the pornstar sexytimes!
1. First, the title. There is no “meet cute” involved.
2. Second, 418 mothafuggin’ pages? Christ on a cracker!
3. Third, the holiday movie premise of a would be bride who doesn’t believe in the spirit of Christmas gets sent back in time by a witch, meets a duke and falls in love? No one in the universe would watch that. Hallmark (or the Hope Channel, as it’s called here) has a formula: tightass corporate broad/dude gets sent to take over a town and falls for not only the daughter/son of the owner of the lodge/tree farm/whatever but the entire idea of small-town living and leaves corporate life behind to wear Fair Isle sweaters and Ugg Boots 364 days of the year. The end. 12 Stars from Kelly if D.J. from Full House is the leading lady.
4. Fourth, as a fat person I am 100000000% into body positivity, inclusion, diversity, whatever you want to label it. But as far as I’m concerned, the only way to normalize fat being okay is to stop beating readers over the head with the flipping’ fat talk. Say the character is fat and then just let them be a regular fucking person. Because we are. Fat authors should realize that more than anyone.
5. Fifth, having a character (who really is pretty much off-screen the entire time and whose only purpose is to bring up mental health (see my opening paragraph above about rom coms just being rom coms FFS) with bipolar disorder who is presented as completely unable to function on her own without her son’s and the government’s assistance (but who has a teenage daughter whose life is miserable due to her inability to manage her medical condition) is a pretty disgusting approach to what mental health disorders truly are like. While there are people who need a little more assistance than others, an overwhelming majority are able to hold down jobs, or raise their children, or at least could survive a few days on their own without calling their adult son eleventy-seven times per day while he's working.
6. Sixth, the little things:
(a) The porny cat is gonna get outta the bag. Unless the time traveling witch curse from the fake movie premise also eliminated the intertubes from existence. There should have been some semblance of a plan on what to do when it happened. Or at least put Bee in a wig or glasses or something as an attempt to disguise her identity.
(b) Any former boy band member whose ring tone IS HIS OWN G.D. SONG is a douchecanoe. Do not pass Go. Do not even think about getting in my underwears.
(c) I’m pretty sure you don’t need lotion in the shower to jerk off. Wouldn’t you just use soap or shampoo or conditioner???? Do I not know how sex things work? Don’t answer that. It’s probably a yes.
(d) And speaking of lotion. FOURTEEN mentions of jerking off with gingerbread lotion. Dear Bath and Body Works: It’s Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone’s fault I will never again buy one of your holiday scents.
So there you go. 2 Stars instead of 1 because I'm in the holiday spirit . . .
Talk about anticipation! I immediately requested an ARC of this and upon rejection made a super early request for the library to purchase a copy upon Talk about anticipation! I immediately requested an ARC of this and upon rejection made a super early request for the library to purchase a copy upon publication date . . . and then waited, and waited, and waited. Lisa Unger, a title/cover like this and a closed door mystery????
The story here is about Hannah (and her husband Bruce), her brother Mako (and his wife Liza) and her lifelong bestie Cricket (and her boyfriend Joshua). The three couples are participating in a weekend getaway at, you guessed it, a secluded cabin that sleeps six. The story is provided by all three leading ladies, the cabin’s caretaker (unnecessary attempt at a red herring (???) - you are introduced to the bad guy almost immediately), a stranger (dun dun dunnnnnnn) and also happens to feature a sort of story within a story type of flashback to a past by a fourth male narrator. It’s clear from the jumpstart and a surprise Christmas gift of a 23 and Me knockoff under the tree that there’s going to be some dysfunction junction type of stuff going on – you just have to keep reading to find out exactly what it is.
This slow roller doesn’t ramp up the action until the halfway point so it requires some patience. There’s also the continually mentioned threat of impending storms that will flood the roads that doesn’t come to fruition for eternity either. As I said above, you know who the bad guy is right off the bat and the remaining characters are either unlikeable or undeveloped filler just waiting for the reveals, but said reveal was quite satisfactory so I’m going with 3 Stars. (But did anyone else notice the amount of typos and omitted words in the final product? Sloppy sloppy.)...more
Ahhhh, back with my besties at Cooper’s Chase. The fact that I’ve continued to book 3 in this series really says it all since I’m pretty mu
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Ahhhh, back with my besties at Cooper’s Chase. The fact that I’ve continued to book 3 in this series really says it all since I’m pretty much deathly allergic to most things that aren’t one and done. This time around the gang is looking into the mysterious death of a television news reporter who was hot on the case of a money laundering scheme when she got offed. Of course there’s more to THAT story than meets the eye, not to mention the additional goings on – some of which involve being “reacquainted” with a former KGB member from the past and a giant Viking from the present, an inmate whose incarceration was due to the members of the Murder Club in a previous instalment, a handsome nightly news host and a handful of canoodling partners. I can’t imagine not picking up whatever else Richard Osman lays down when it comes to these folks. While I could live without the romantic couplings, Joyce’s diary entries more than turn whatever frown I may have while reading those bits upside down. 4 Stars – now stop denying me these ARCs!
I am not a lover of the smart and/or not-made-up things so I really need a nudge to break away from my typical trash/romance/stabby/chicky
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I am not a lover of the smart and/or not-made-up things so I really need a nudge to break away from my typical trash/romance/stabby/chicky reads. But when November rolls around????
One of my pals posted this to the ‘Gram over the weekend and, being from Illinois, I immediately went and snagged a copy from the library. The Cabrini “Reds” (the original 15 red brick buildings) started off as sort of the American Dream for those who would otherwise perhaps be unable to achieve it. They took people from overpriced/overcrowded/unsafe living situations and put them in high rise complexes with up to five or six bedrooms, private bathrooms, hot and cold water, appliances – and all for a fixed amount based on individual family incomes. Over the next two decades 33 housing projects (168 high-rise buildings) would be built, the neighborhoods would transition from white to black and the divide of wealth became ever more apparent. The complexes themselves changed from park-like settings into more of concrete jungles as more buildings were crammed in, and upkeep/maintenance became an almost unmanageable task due to a combination of lack of funding, misappropriation of said funding, vandalism, etc. Crime and homicide rates would also rise as gang activity ran rampant and the amount of welfare recipients would rise to an astonishing rate of 83% by the 1980s in Cabrini-Green, which completely flipped the narrative regarding how to handle “the projects.” Before tear-down, these housing projects would turn into . . .
“A no-man’s land with broken windows, dark, abandoned buildings, no law and order. There are carefully demarcated areas controlled by rival bands of armed militia fighting over the rubble. Nearly every night there is sniper fire. It sounds like Beirut, but in fact it’s America. A creature of state, local, and federal government. A product of bad politics, failed policy, and official neglect.”
I was hoping for less statistics and more stories from the people themselves when I picked up High Risers. As I said above, I’m from Illinois so I was also expecting more talk of how corrupt the state government was my entire growing-up to be included as well and less of a feeling of a well-researched thesis paper. The Goodreads’ rating shows I’m in the minority when it comes to my opinion, so I have added both another non-fiction selection (High Rise Stories) as well as a fictional option (Last Summer on State Street) to hopefully satisfy my curiosity regarding the various housing developments in Chicago....more
Everyone and their dog has been falling all over the place expressing their love for Barbara Kingsolver’s latest release. And then there’s me . . . . Everyone and their dog has been falling all over the place expressing their love for Barbara Kingsolver’s latest release. And then there’s me . . . .
I’m not here to yuck your yum so Imma keep it real short. In a nutshell, Kingsolver is an author who is consistently trying to write the “Great American Novel” and nothing demonstrates that more than her undertaking a modernization of David Copperfield. In short, I just don’t think she’s my jam. Nearly 25 years ago The Poisonwood Bible knocked my socks off, but it’s a book I could never re-read in fear that I wouldn’t have the same reaction a second time around.
My main issue with this one is that I am so over clichéd, stereotypes of Appalachia. Boy oh boy did Demon Copperhead deliver them in spades. Our impoverished lead goes from bad to worse when it comes to an abusive household, to being orphaned, to one awful foster home situation to another (but don't worry - it ends at neglect - Kingsolver isn't ready to go to the darkest of locales when it comes to Demon's childhood). Eventually genetics get on young Demon’s side and he becomes a local high school football hero . . . until, you guessed it, his knee gets blown out and he becomes an addict. But don’t worry – he still gets a fairly happy ending and sees the ocean *eyeroll*
In addition to the been there/done that feel of this entire story, you can’t re-write history in an attempt to prove how “woke” you are. A high school English teacher (and a black teacher in the middle of the Holler, at that) in the early to mid-1990s wouldn't have dared to explain the movement of literature changing the term “black” to “Black.” Not to mention how regular folks were not aware of the dangers of opioids or how Big Pharma was controlling the narrative when they first hit the market, but the nurse in here was 100% in the know of what's going down. You want to learn more about the modern-day drug crises and how it came to be? Read Dopesick....more
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