The graveyard of personal literary ambition.
There is only one of me, but I am Legion.
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Generally, ‘I read the excerpt in People Magazine and cried a lot’ is not a great reason to buy a book, but I feel like it would be a nice gesture for all of us to buy the poor woman’s work, you know?
It is…very sad. And I could get into a lot of platitudes about AH THE RESILIENCE OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, but, actually, a total valid takeaway could also be: there is no God, and the world is a terrible place.
I mean, not only are there young women living as sex slaves in tents in suburban California, but sometimes their captors give them kittens for company and then take them away. You know? That happens. While you’re basically her age, and ideally watching Full House and whining at your mom to let you get your ears pierced.
I can’t even deal with that right now. Please buy her book. You don’t even have to read it. I mean, she didn’t get to go to school after FIFTH GRADE, so it doesn’t read like, you know, Alice Munro wrote it.
I mean, seriously. It’s not like it JUST OCCURRED to me that the world is a terrible place, or anything, but, today, this is what’s bothering me.