There is no doubt “Seeing Red” is written with absolute passion. I experienced that immediately upon being met by a single, intense paragraph that formed each clipped chapter.
And yet at the end of each unusual header (or example: “no light bulbs” or “a beat-up truck”) it felt as though I were coming up for air. The only way I can describe it is although these passages are relatively short with ample punctuation I felt suffocated by the fevered delivery of the words.
That aside I remain intrigued by the story of a woman’s attitude to her sudden blindness and its effect on her life, and I especially like how her condition is cleverly represented by the striking artwork on the cover. But alas, I don’t think this one is for me (a decision that I'm pretty sure I'll be kicking myself about later).
And yet at the end of each unusual header (or example: “no light bulbs” or “a beat-up truck”) it felt as though I were coming up for air. The only way I can describe it is although these passages are relatively short with ample punctuation I felt suffocated by the fevered delivery of the words.
That aside I remain intrigued by the story of a woman’s attitude to her sudden blindness and its effect on her life, and I especially like how her condition is cleverly represented by the striking artwork on the cover. But alas, I don’t think this one is for me (a decision that I'm pretty sure I'll be kicking myself about later).