Take this review with a grain of pink salt, because I'm starting to think this whole grouping of "sad, deeply reflective, navel-gazey with no purpose" sort of meandering female protagonist is written for other people than me, but nevertheless...
ANY novel that leaves me thinking, "What was the point?" is one that I just can't stand behind or ever recommend.
I'm ALL for unhinged women. I'm ALL for weirdly attached friendships. But, to WHAT end? For WHAT purpose?
And if you're thinking, "Well you DNFed it, you would have gotten the point if you finished it?" Um... nope. There has to be more holding the story together for me than just wondering if Jenny wants another gross pizza for her son.
I honestly feel like literary fiction is falling apart and every time I use my "deep" reading space for literary fiction, rather than classics, I'm disheartened mainly.
If you want a meandering protagonist try Kitchen or Convenience Store Woman. If you REALLY want an unhinged stalker type of female lead, try The Woman in the Purple Skirt.
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