I just read
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN by Lionel Shriver, and discovered two reasons why I'm so bad at book reviews.
First reason: I'm inarticulate.
I collapsed in front of my husband after finishing the read. "WHAT THE ****?"
"What?"
"JEE-sus Christ!"
"What?"
"Omigod. This is one ****-ed up book!"
That's as far as I got with explaining anything.
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