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I saw this book on another blog a few months ago.
When I saw it in the used book store on base, I decided to give it a shot.
It isnt the type of book that I normally read.
I usually stick to happier books, mysteries or, lately, current young adult favorites.
I am always open to reading new things though,
so I bought it and jumped right in.
First of all, let me tell you that this is not a happy book.
Im not sure anything good really ever happens, in fact, except perhaps
that the book ends.
It follows the struggles of a young girl, growing up in the 50s and 60s.
Her parents get divorced, which throws her whole world upside down.
Her mother has a breakdown, she moves in with her grandmother and becomes
increasingly weird and unstable herself.
She goes to college, has a lesbian encounter, develops an unhealthy obsession for a
boy in a picture, leaves college, has a mental breakdown, goes to a mental hospital for seven years,
gets out and marries said boy, has an abortion,
suffers through a terrible marriage, gets a divorce,
moves back to grandmother's house after her death,
goes back to collage, meets a new man
gets married again.
Im sure there are lots of life's lessons and morals to be learned and taken from this book.
It wasnt the kind of writing style that Im drawn too, nor was it the type of book
that I normally enjoy.
I just didnt like it.
I found it boring and depressing.
I slogged through it and finally finished weeks after starting it.
J kept asking me why I continued to read it, even though I wasnt liking it.
My only answer is that I like to finish what I start and despite not liking the book,
I wanted to see how it ended.
The reason there are hundreds, thousands of different types of books out there is because
we're all different. We have different tastes, different preferences, likes, dislikes, etc.
We can appreciate different things.
This just wasnt a book I appreciated.