There's a problem with shooting the books. Because just one bullet gives you a nice little hole on every page and you can't wipe your ass with it any more. And I so wanna to both with this one...
Wow. This is bad. Real bad. Until now, I thought the worst book I’ve ever read was 50 shades. Compared to this, it’s Ana Karenina.
Rarely do I have triggers in books or anywhere, and what happened here is not even that, in usual sense. Abortion isn’t a trigger for me, unless you present it to me like it’s not much bigger than stepping on a roach. Whoops.
For idiotic main character in this book, Sophie, it certainly isn’t.
I get it. Sometimes, it's better to abort the baby. If you knew how some babies would turn out and how incapable their parents would be and how much suffering could have been avoided if some people have never been born, the abortion should almost be mandatory in those cases.
But you don't.
And there's always those uncountable thousands (millions, in fact, only in USA), of capable, decent people, who would like to adopt, but can’t, because someone is exercising "her 'right' to decide about her own [and child's, obviously] body".
All the controversies aside (in this day and age, everybody but the last trailer trash is aware of them anyway), I can accept even abortion of the baby that could have easily been adopted, if there is at least SOME mental process leading to it, that would make it at least half clear that this was really the only solution protagonist is capable to see at the moment, if only for her tunnel vision. Capable writer is going to sell it to you. Here, I'm not buying because there's nothing to buy and nobody is selling. There wasn't even an attempt.
Unless...
In one "memorable" scene, after the abortion, Sophie spills out few tears (certainly more than for her unborn child), from being all touched from the care and attention Neil is giving her, warm and cosy bath she’s soaking in at the moment, being one of them. She’s surprised by her tears and treats your eyes, ears and intelligence with this little gem that should somewhere be recorded in anals of literature as the burning example of bad writing:
„IF WHAT I'D JUST GONE THROUGH [spilling few tears - of happiness, mind you] IS EVEN REMOTELY LIKE PREGNANCY MOOD SWINGS, I'VE MADE THE RIGHT DECISION ” (aborted the baby).
Then, the very next second, proceeds to lament about super fancy burger containers (I’m not kidding).
I rage quit right there.
This has to be the most idiotic passage in history of literature. Has to. Because it wasn't an attempt to give you insider clue on mental processes of trailer trash crack whore that shoots heroin in her hemorrhoids. Nope. Sophie is supposed to be just your regular office girl that you're supposed to like.
Oh, there's also Neil, 50 year old man whose intellectual contributions are like he's under the barrel of a gun. What do you think his input was when Sophie presented him with her intention to abort? He won't mind, he already has one [child] anyway. Again, I'm not kidding. This is the guidance 24 year old girl gets from her patron, who is twice her age but somehow stuck on the same level of maturity. Of course he is, there was nobody there to write him.
If you don't agree what I just describe is epic fail in writing, than you might like this book. A lot. Because, except similarly shallow reasoning and dialogues, there's not much else in it that would threaten to ruin your enjoyment.
If, on the other hand, you do have problem with allotting more of the brain's processing cycles to burger containers and ruining the makeup with tears of happiness than to deciding whether or not to abort the life, spare yourself the torture.
I mean, does anyone read the vomit that some authors spill out before publishing?
I never thought I'd need blacklist of authors I'd better avoid, for the sake of me and them...