I finished Great today, which Hannah billed to me as "I heard it's a lesbian Great Gatsby"... and it was, and terrible. I suspect that I wouldn't like The Great Gatsby if I reread it today, now that I'm older, and this retelling was awful and poorly written. The protagonist grates with unnecessary explanations, and here is my most favorite. (spoiler if you didn't do your sophomore summer assigned reading, I guess)
She was cold and limp, and even as I lay her down to begin CPR - something I'd learned in health class the previous year - I knew it wasn't going to work.
It's okay, Naomi, I also find it necessary to justify all of my skills, even in moments of crisis.
She was cold and limp, and even as I lay her down to begin CPR - something I'd learned in health class the previous year - I knew it wasn't going to work.
It's okay, Naomi, I also find it necessary to justify all of my skills, even in moments of crisis.
I'm going to go try something more different: The Other Boleyn Girl.