I really persevered.
The fact that this book started off with the protagonist killing her dementia-ridden, diarrhea-soaked, helpless yet bitch of a mother, was enough to evoke disgust - BUT a damn lot of curiosity.
So I kept reading ...
I felt like puking, but I seriously wanted to know how she was going to get out of this. Then followed a whole lot of back story - WAY too much of it - and I got bored. What is going to come of this murder? But I still kept reading because the first chapter was so off the wall and disgusting enough for me to want to know what's going to happen to this strangely interesting woman.
Finally, about 30 more pages through, she puts her mother in a freezer in the basement, chops off a lock of her hair and puts it in her purse. She visits her best friend, who isn't at home - but her son is. So she tells her best friend's teenage son to get in the car and to "fuck" her - he obliges.
This woman is filthy, insane - so why do I want to keep reading?
I don't like her at all, but I sure do want to know what is making her tick.
So I keep reading ...
I've now read past 100 pages, and it's all backstory and I haven't found out anything else to do with the killing of her mother, just why she hated her so much when she was a kid. I'm bored, and though still quite disgusted in her, I have lost interest now becasue the pace has slowed way down and I still don't like her.
I love the premise of the story. I love the fact that I
So, The Almost Moon, by Alice Sebold, the best-selling multi-millionairess, shall officially be put to rest today. I don't give a toss what happens. I'm starting another book.