Started this book right after reading Matilda. I loved the later, how simple object, people and situations were described. But, just like in Matilda, again in this book, it is tiring to read about this god-like beauty the Author, seems to like to portray so much in Women. Mentioned in every other sentence, completely ruins the experience or reading her otherwise greatly written books.
With Medea, I missed getting to know her. There was so much focus on how beautify other people perceived her, I finished the book waiting and hoping to get a more direct and simply humane close look to her character. I love when a book leaves things up to interpretation, but this one, at times felt unfortunately not finished, in my head this story did not receive it’s closure.