On Sundays, She Picked Flowers

Beautiful, warm, violent, icy, intimate and distant all at once. I loved every high and low and I was surprised how the imagery carried me through the softer, slower parts of this novella. What an incredible project, shining Scholfield's strengths in narrative and prose while building a skeletal structure to offset some of Scholfield's weaknesses in rhythm and momentum in longform writing. Can't wait to see what she writes next, now that she's got On Sundays and Just a Little Snack as novellas under her belt.

This was basically a 2-star read for me, but I dropped the second star because there were so many typos that some parts were nearly unreadable, which made the experience really frustrating.

I think I can see why people liked this story but it wasn't for me. Somehow despite being so short it dragged on way too long, the time skips felt pointless, and the fairy tale aspects didn't mix well with the more modern parts of the book for me. No one reported that Pontiac stolen in 17 years? No one noticed all those people dying?