half a nibble ~ .5
Book source ~ NetGalley
The narrator, a woman of 20, dumps her boyfriend and leaves her small town for the big city of London. She wants to be a photographer and that’s not going to happen back in Hicksville with Billy Bob. Or whatever the equivalent is in Britain. Her thoughts ramble on in such a pretentious and annoying fashion that I had to give up or go insane. For a 20-yr-old she sure sounds like a 50-yr-old. In any case, I tried to continue but when I got to the part where she meets the creepy guy in a dark alley and her thoughts take 5 million years to describe how hot and interesting he is (but never once thinking he might be a rapist or serial killer or maybe she did and I missed it in her multi-page rambling drivel) and then she says his stubble is frustrated and his cheekbones are snow-piste. Wtf?! Now she’s the really creepy one. Seriously? I was out of there. Nope. Good-bye. I kill them both in my head. The end.
PS: There are probably people who eat this purple prose shit up. I am not one of them. As you can probably tell.