Hmm.  This one was chosen because it was based in a small Washington town, and Seattle.
The thing I hate about reading books that are set in areas that I know is, I know when the author is wrong.  Twice she mentioned that the main character would be able to be home by tomorrow, or she’d […]

“I hesitated, but when she handed the cigarette to me I took it, and when she lit the match I leaned forward.  I imitated my mother accepting a light from my father and exhaled as she did, ceiling-ward.
Margie held her own cigarette between her teeth like a killer; she was imitating someone, too - maybe […]

This entire novel (?) was incoherent and strange.
It was likable enough, but not so much a story as random bits. It was like a blog, kind of, but without any continuity or time line. Some of the pieces were articulated well, but it was hard to really feel anything while reading it because […]

This was published in 1981, and on the front it says “More Daring, More Shocking, More Deeply Erotic Than Anything Ever Written!” I was intrigued. What was shocking in 1981? Would it be like Anais Nin… shocking for the time, but not so much now?
No. This shit shocked me. But […]

Mostly I didn’t like this book.  I couldn’t stand the main character until the very end, and I think that was only because I could relate to the ridiculous manipulation and believing that it was best for the kid.  Even then, though, the way that it was written… I didn’t like it.  It was superficial, […]