A bad book. That said, I fault this book for many things -each one
jabbing at my initial excitement, until it deflated completely. I
fault it for being boring, averagely written and riddled with
clichés. Most important, though, I fault it for demonstrating
knowledge of important issues only to lampshade the
significance of its premise rather than delve deeper into
something more nuanced. I expected more from this-more
rigor, more thoughtfulness, more craft. Instead, I was left
staggered and uncertain how to feel about the whole thing
-about an ending that felt trivial, almost mocking the
seriousness of the rest of the book, and a fizz of uneasiness that I couldn't quite shake afterwards.
This is the story of a woman who was smart and beautiful
and accomplished, and who simply had the poor misfortune
of coming across men who had never cared for more than
their own entertainment, who didn't have her welfare
anywhere remotely near at heart and who treated her more
like a boring convenience than an exciting toy. So, she
stood there and accepted the weight of the blame, because
clearly, if someone hurt you, there's something wrong with
you to deserve it. For Stella, it was her autism.
jabbing at my initial excitement, until it deflated completely. I
fault it for being boring, averagely written and riddled with
clichés. Most important, though, I fault it for demonstrating
knowledge of important issues only to lampshade the
significance of its premise rather than delve deeper into
something more nuanced. I expected more from this-more
rigor, more thoughtfulness, more craft. Instead, I was left
staggered and uncertain how to feel about the whole thing
-about an ending that felt trivial, almost mocking the
seriousness of the rest of the book, and a fizz of uneasiness that I couldn't quite shake afterwards.
This is the story of a woman who was smart and beautiful
and accomplished, and who simply had the poor misfortune
of coming across men who had never cared for more than
their own entertainment, who didn't have her welfare
anywhere remotely near at heart and who treated her more
like a boring convenience than an exciting toy. So, she
stood there and accepted the weight of the blame, because
clearly, if someone hurt you, there's something wrong with
you to deserve it. For Stella, it was her autism.