While I appreciate the hyper realism and understatedness of this coming of age novel, in a way it felt *too* real. It follows Daisy from grade 8 to 12 in a Toronto suburb in the early 1990s as she navigates her parents' divorce, her first boyfriend and sexual experiences, friendship, school, jobs.
It felt very much like a real life, in a good and a bad way. Like, it's nice to read something thay feels like it could really be about your life. But you also want to read about your life in a way that makes you see it in a new light, or that gives it a sense of significance.
The writing is very plain, which I kind of enjoyed at first. But after a while it felt lacking, like it was a simple recitation of events rather than a story that gave those individual events meaning when brought together. I just didn't feel emotionally engaged by the story or its characters, who all fell a bit flat to me. I have to give it credit for being pretry compulsively readable for the most part; except I was inexplicably kind of bored at the same time?
I was waiting for something to happen with Wanda, with whom Daisy's had a bit of a sexually charged friendship. But when they finally kissed on literally the last page of the book, I couldn't be bothered to care. I'm always glad to see bisexual representation. But I wish I had had any inkling of what was going on in the heart or mind of this bisexual character.