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The main problem with this book wasn't that it's just some boring conversations with life stories which shouting feminism and a lot of the other isms from the very core. It is not a bad book, but too much of it was filled with excessively long-winded irrelevant details and sudden outbursts of emotions from the narrator herself which makes you grasp your head and wonder why. Another thing is that it's so full and it's so empty at the same time. As it's of typical Cusk, she me mentioned too much of marriage, divorce and feminism that you can only beam at some perturbations of side characters with younger and a more romantic perspective to life. To this, 3 stars. Although I love Cusk's prose, it's just not enough for a 4.
Wow, the power this book has oan me!
Tae sais fae the least, it's so brutally honest wi every single anti-social thought ye might huv when ye ur forced tae be born intae this world.
Alright, switch back to normal English. The point I'm trying to make here is, firstly it's the portrayal of Scottish people and the societal conditions during the 1990s, secondly it's about the brooding nihilism and that bit of renegade fight against the system, thirdly it's about life, the philosophy underneath it, maybe you just ought to conform a bit, since it's inevitable, as one of the many sad truths this book has taught us, all fitting very well with my personal philosophy of life. A shame it is.
The writing style is alright, since I don't know why but I've read Dead Men's Trousers first, got a bit used to the dialects.
The most life insights you could ever get from would be mundane life, but isn't a life with mere drug use also a life of mundaneness? It's just the sensual feeling of not getting in touch with reality for a wee bit only.
A very good anti-drug campaign, was it though? I don't think so.
Choose life.
A totally repetitive grief-inducing book with a lot of factual and superfluous data to support its own irrational way of thinking, that is totally irrationally rational.
Ah, how could one name a book like this. First or two chapters were fine, standard courses to introduce the event of the writer's husband's death and were actually pretty captivating (and that's why I bought the book).
And the rest were...insufferable.
That self-absorbance was not quite the big reason. More of that was due to it's repetitive account of the events. Grandma's whines, again insufferable to me. Or let's assume I'm just a heartless person, anyway.
Alright, might do this book some justice. It would be better if Joan wrote the entire book wholly focused on her own writing and her personal experience, like honestly do I really need to know the causes of heart attack when I'm a biology student? Thank you, next.
Anyway, I might just drop it in the darkest corner of my home. You might rest well there.
