Sad Girls is the much-anticipated debut novel from internationally best-selling author Lang Leav. A beautifully written and emotionally charged coming-of-age story, where young love, dark secrets, and tragedy collide. School is almost out for Audrey, but the panic attacks are just beginning. Because Audrey told a lie and now her classmate, Ana, is dead. Just as her world begins to spin out of control, Audrey meets the enigmatic Rad - the boy who could turn it all around. But will their ill-timed romance drive her closer to the edge?
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Sad Girls by Lang Leav is appropriately titled. Don’t listen to this audiobook without first seeing your doctor, and then only if your doctor will prescribe a strong prophylactic antidepressant. Otherwise you might decide to end it all before finishing this book. The book is enshrouded in a doleful cloud of melancholia. This young author, she is 34 if my web search is correct, and ‘young’ is a relative term, appears to lack a solid moral compass. She also lacks a basic understanding of human nature and human interactions. She misunderstands people, profoundly. So her characters are difficult to develop an attachment to. They are difficult to like. When she kills one off, it is difficult to regret their loss. If she is the phenomenal best-selling author my web-search says she is, then I worry about our lost generation of twenty-something’s who are reading this drivel, living in their parents’ basements, still playing video games, and reading trash romance novellas. They really need to come out into the sunshine, interact with real people in the real world, and give up smoking dope. Instead I think they, too often, shrink from the light, remaining alone, in a self-imposed solitary confinement. The light hurts their eyes. Interacting with real people is too difficult. But I have derived some benefit from the long and unpleasant experience of reading this tiresome novel. It has given me much to think about as I deal, on a daily basis, with this lost generation of snowflakes who yearn to live in a socialist utopia, free from work and worry. I hope, if the author reads this unkind review, she will use it to seek a better moral compass. I suggest seeking a relationship with Jesus Christ, who is Love incarnate, the Word of God made flesh. She should also seek to better understand people, so that human nature will be more accurately reflected in the characters she creates in her future novels. Fame and fortune alone do not bring happiness or instill the sense of purpose that humans need more than happiness. A kind review is not what Lang Leav needs. She may also need to be on Prozac, or maybe she just needs more aerobic exercise. Daily exercise can often sufficiently counter even significant depression, doom and gloom. That being said, I do think this young author has potential if she can overcome her inexperience with life and the thick fog of depression that permeates this novel. She has a unique and artful dexterity in her use of the English language, Australian though it may be.