“On no account must you acknowledge that you know me.”
“Their intentions were far from benevolent.”
“Something had happened to him. Something unpleasant.”
“We have been sable to snatch his subservient partner.”
This is a tale of thin-skinned and petty girls, a non-cohesive plot, polemics and this book was not a commendable idea. Girls go on an acrimonious journey, the plot is intolerably fanciful and families are nasty cabals in their flat-lawned townhouses. There is paranoid chatter about satan, the plot has no brio or verve but is creatively derivative and silly.
There is OTT anger and vengefulness, defamatory imputations, insufficient consideration for feelings and no high drama or social comedy. This is not bracing, challenging, expansive or intriguing. It’s hammed up and phoney. The girls aren’t tender or vulnerable and this was not accomplished or satisfying.
Girls spew irritable verbiage and anger builds until its fermentation will eventually prove explosive. This was not deft, tender or true. There is no thumping finish and this was not sly or wicked. Everyone is arrogant and false and loaded with self-consciousness. Nobody has a value base and I disliked this immensely.
“A stripper’s name and a trucker’s wardrobe.”
“The mirror was my enemy.”
“There’s something wrong with you.”
“Trashy language, trashy sentiments.”
“We doubted that the maggoty dust of Galileo’s four-hundred-year-old corpse much cared that the church had finally gotten a clue.”