The Girls by Emma Cline
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This book was like watching a slow moving train move down the tracks toward a car with a woman locked inside. Idk. The writing was phenomenal and the feelings it evokes are unsettling. The whole vibe was just…icky…smelled of rotting food, and overall disgust. I couldn’t wait for it to end so I could get out of the fog. And I’m not sure what the message is. The main character was obsessed with Suzanne. Was I supposed to be? Because she is nothing but a human piece of trash. I wanted to reach through the pages and beat the shit out of her. Even with the melancholy I still felt this disturbing sense of romanticism of the girls. And I’m not on board with that. But, I volley between trying to understand why humans do such horrible acts and just wanting them to stop existing so they can’t hurt anyone else. Ugh. Unsettling.
Also that first scene with Russell (Charlie Manson) was so disturbing. Grooming at it’s finest.
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