The
Pisces by Melissa Broder
I received
a free ebook from Penguin First to Read, the following review is my own.
Wow,
just wow, and not in a good way. This book was trash. I should have known from
the first page.
“I
liked the smell of his meaty breath, which he didn’t know was rancid. I liked
the warmth of his fat belly, the primal way he crouched when he took a shit. It
felt so intimate scooping his gigantic shits, the big hot bags of them.”
It only got worse from there.
Next couple pages the author took several paragraphs to describe
another girls butt cheeks hanging out of her shorts and how the questions a guy
was asking her has nothing to do with the question, but about the girls butt
line… like…what…
Everything was super repetitive like Bubba Gump listing the
millions of way to prep shrimp (thank you Nate).
“I only wanted to lie around and eat sugar and fats: giant
chocolaty drinks from Starbucks, bags of Hershey’s minis and gummy candy,
tortilla chips with nacho cheese dip.”
As the reader, I am pretty sure I know what has sugars and
fats in it. So much wasted space, yet not enough.
The only good part of this book was the description on her
split from the boyfriend:
“The confusion of just wanting it to end, seeing someone you
don’t love, but then seeing the person you did fall in love with. Getting what
you want but it not being what you meant/want now.”
I personally connected on this since I was in a long,
serious relationship of almost 7 years and it came to this same feeling. It was
an in the same moment, I love him but I am not in love with him realization. This was basically the only sentence I liked though.
This book has a ton of BAD BAD BAD stuff. It was gross. It
was not poetic. It was terrible. I only scratched the surface with the "intimate gigantic shit" with how gross this book is.
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