Daddy: stories

I mean...

A horrible family is gathered for Christmas. A stupid father, an alcoholic mother, a son that knows nothing except DVDs, CDs, and i4s, and two daughters whose brains don't even form ONE brain.

The woes of being in a city where everyone wants to sleep with everyone, where young women want to be ‘'actresses'' and end up being something very different, where men prey on victims in shops.

Pain killers, ghostwriters, assistants and Jack Kerouac. Unbelievably bad... At this point, I decided to give this collection one more chance.

But!

Marriage troubles of Hollywood producers.

No.

I've got quite an obnoxious, personal idea of the concept we call ‘'Literature'' and I am proud of it. This is NOT Literature.

Horrible. In my opinion.

Many thanks to Penguin Random House UK and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.

so fucking boring feels boomer-ish in some weird way? there was like two stories i didn't absolutely hate. also who do i need to speak to so that authors know open endings/being coy with your point doesn't mean leaving anything interesting out of the story