Hex

“Hex” by Jenni Fagan was more slog than spell. It took me a year to get through, and the repeated lines—“before this, before that, before more”—were just too much. I get the poetic aim, but it felt confusing. I wanted to like it, but the style kept tripping me up. The ending was okay, nothing spectacular. I do respect the grim take on witch hunts, yet overall, I found it more frustrating than fascinating. I admire the intention, but it just didn't captivate me.

I was so excited by the plot but I can't enjoy this style of writing; it's too disjointed and choppy for my tastes.

''We try to look bigger than we are sometimes. At other times we have to be smaller than we are. We do other things. Try to take down governments. Make great art. Keep others. Work without anyone noticing what we do for whole lifetimes sometimes. We hold hands. Drink too much or not at all. We traverse boundaries whilst looking ordinary. We give beauty and patience and science and our talent and our hearts and what was once firm in our bodies - we bestow our lives to this world, most often unseen.''