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Once, when I was 13, my father came home early from work and asked to see my yearbook. It was the last day of junior high, and I remember that I leaned against the kitchen counter, cracking my knuckles, and watched as he slowly turned the glossy pages, reading all of the comments that had been written by my friends. He was silent the entire time he was reading, but when he finished, he handed me back my yearbook and said, “I loved being a teenager, but I wouldn't be one now for anything in the w...

I had to take some time after reading this and do some deep thinking before I could review. It is such an unusual story - good, but dark and full of nooks and crannies for skeletons and other vermin to hide. It is hard to say I enjoyed a story like this - that would be like saying I enjoyed a car wreck; intriguing, but lots of people and property were damaged in the process.One main thing I can say is I don't think I have seen the main story take as much of a back seat to the setting, the symbol...

Hello, and welcome to my review of the book that made everyone both online and in my real life worry about me!I've never gotten so many follow-up messages about a review than when I said I was reading this one as a cry for help. Made me understand why people fake personal crises for attention.The book being good was just a bonus.When I first read this book (2016, about a week before my graduation from high school, probably also as a cry for help), I didn't really Get It. And I don't feel bad abo...

A haunting, yet hauntingly beautiful, ode to the teenage years where everything crackles with meaning and importance yet, under charged with such emotion at all times, any crack can turn to complete collapse. A moving story of teenage girls misunderstood, objectified, sexualized, made to be the objects of daydreams without agency for their own dreams. Even in a novel that is their story they are de-centered, reduced to the fantasies of their teenage boy neighbor, more gazed at as a mystery to un...

Honestly, I really wanted to fall in love with this. I've long been aware of its status as a cult classic and many people I know, as well as people I don't know but whose taste seems to correspond closely with mine, have professed to adore it. So I feel a bit uncomfortable about revealing that I disliked it - I'll admit, I have been guilty of judging people a bit if I see they've slated a book I really love, and this seems to be a book that has a lot of meaning for many readers - but, there you ...

I simply didn't get this book. I was so desperate to find hidden meaning in it, but there was nothing. Why waste so much paper and ink on something so overtly pretentious and so utterly meaningless? A group of oppressed sisters kill themselves after flirting with the neighborhood boys. How horrible that it happened in the middle of suburban America, where white picket fences are supposed to render such neighborhoods impermeable to tragic teenage death. In the end, all I got from this book was th...

suicide isn't the happiest of topics. the suicides of five sisters is even less pleasant. how do you recommend a book to someone on such a grim topic? easy: just read it. what eugenides does so well is capture the mystery of secluded sisters, as seen through the eyes of neighborhood boys. this is important in reading the novel. it's not necessarily the lisbon sisters' story, but rather the boys' story, and how the suicides affected them all the way into adulthood (the boys are now men and they r...

This book is like a preface, where the real book never feels like it begins. Endless foreshadowing mixed in with various teenage boy obsessions about what a home with five daughters must entail...boxes and boxes of tampons, etc. I couldn't wait for these girls to kill themselves just so the book would be over.