![]() ![]() ![]() And listen, while you have me being honest, I'll confess: I LOVED IT. I was terrified I might hate it, and from what I'd read about the book and Tamsyn Muir, I really wanted to like it. ![]() ![]() Y'all, I'll be honest, I was so nervous about reading this book. You tolerate that friend because sometimes the base, obvious shit is funny as hell, and because often, that friend has a heart of gold streaked through with just enough obsidian to keep things from becoming saccharine and you know that there's some childhood trauma and a lack of a good therapist that drives her relentless self-deprecation and idiotic verbal play for attention. She is that friend who just can't help herself from delivering the line that some of us thought about and rejected as too asinine and the rest of us never even considered because it was beneath our dignity. There is no gentle introduction to the mouthy, juvenile, prurient, cringe-worthy internal and external dialogue by one Gideon. This book has a TONE and its protagonist has a VOICE and both are going to grab you by the scruff of the neck with their skeletal hands and shake you like a dog. Listen, I know that Gideon the Ninth has received praise, accolades, and fan-girling.and annoyance, disgust, and DNFs.įrankly, I can fully understand either reaction. ![]()
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