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I was very excited about the hype with 'The Girls' by Emma Cline. After all, the book was plastered all over the internet and was advertised in my Facebook feed every fourth post. I find stories about people who join cults absolutely fascinating. The 'why' they do it and the psychology behind the leadership of the cult have always been interesting in my opinion. When I found out the Cline's book was about a woman who lived with a cult leader in the seventies, my curiousity was piqued.
Evie is a young impressionable girl who's mother chooses men over her teenage daughter. She is a the prime candidate to get involved with a group of people who pretend to accept her, care for her, and love her- all with ulterior motives. The book starts out fairly well- and I was hooked on Evie's teenage character because I wanted to see what would happen to her once she joined the cult and became lost in the craziness (for lack of a better word).
The problem is two fold. The book tells the story of Evie two ways- before the induction into the cult and far after- so a childhood perspective and then an adult perspective. This in itself is not a problem but it does lead up to something that is very wrong with this novel- which is that while Evie's teenage perspective is somewhat interesting, the adult perspective is not. To be blunt- it's probably one of the most boring stories I've ever heard. I couldn't have cared less about any of the characters, what they did, or what happened to them.
This book is a perfect example of when critics go crazy for verbose writing and hype up a book that is so boring it's almost unreadable. Spare yourself some time and dig into the thousands of pages of 'War and Peace' instead- you might find it a little more interesting. Better yet- skip the book altogether and watch some paint dry...
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But I have to point out that this is suppose to take place during the 1960's , yet some how the have somehow exchanged numbers on their CELLPHONES. Since I have only heard the first chapter I'm in no way attempting to review this book yet, I will say though , the authors writing style is a bit odd. For example " sweet drone of honey suckle, the glass of water quivering, the swallow of morning orange juice, the unlocking behind the eyes, the stranger at the door, a deer thrashing in the brush, I hear voices , a middle aged woman, " that's how she describes everything. "The green on the lawn, the dead bird in the lawn, the whisper in the breeze". Not going to make it through this I'll be honest.
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