OH GOD THAT TINY PRINT 😱
The writing was good, but the whining, self-centered, myopic protagonist was just plain unlikable.
My bff bought me this book ten years ago and I just found it in a box I still hadn‘t unpacked since moving here. Imma finally get to it ❤️
Just got home from the Y. Dying in progress 😥😩🤗
Getting my list together for #readingwomenchallenge2019, here‘s how it‘s shaping up so far. I‘m probably going to start with #10, as it‘s the category I‘m least excited about.
I am IN for this #readingwomenchallenge!
This is one of the things I love about Jack Vance‘s writing style: he‘s super specific about things, but because he made it up, it means nothing. Or, better, it means whatever you want it to mean. In my imagination, cinniborines are low, thorny shrubs, highly sculpted like topiary or banzai trees. And colorful.
This was a hard read, as events just kept piling onto poor Jantiff. Like a train wreck, I couldn‘t look away, which is a good thing, as it‘s a satisfying book. On to book 3!
Fucking. Yikes. Now that‘s a terrifying thought.
This was a quick, sweet read, and I think I‘ll mail it to somebody so they can love bookstores all over again, too.
It wasn‘t bad! Disturbing, as her books tend to be. It sort of fell down for me when Camille starts doing drugs with her teen sister & friends because she wants them to like her. The character didn‘t strike me as a people pleaser at all, and it annoys me when characters stray from their personalities like that. 3.5/5⭐️