
Margo is an icon with a truly unique voice and story that somehow managed to be both ridiculous (wrestler father, only fans, pokemon dick poetry) and incredibly genuine at its essence. I laughed out loud every other page, frequently had to put the book down out of anxiety for the very stressful situations Margo found herself in, and felt deep affection for Margo, her baby, her father, her roommate - basically everyone except her mother and Kevin who both suck.
I took half a point off in my rating because the ending felt anti-climatic after all the events that had transpired. Margo enters into a situationship with one of her fans, which felt like an unnecessary sub plot and therefore felt wrong to end on. I cared about Margo and her baby. I did not care about JB and his ml advertising business idea. But it was an amazing reading experience all together.
"She felt incredibly stupid for believing him, for having the affair with him, for having a uterus"
"She kept thinking, as she nursed him, I am so fucked, I am so fucked, I am so fucked. Because all around her she could feel the echoey space of no one caring about her or worrying about her or helping her. She might as well have been nursing this baby on an abandoned space station."
"It seemed improbable that men really wanted sex this badly, and yet they did, there was an entire economy based on how badly they wanted it, and for a moment Margo understood the sexual desire she felt was mild in comparison. She would never pay fifteen dollars to look at a guy naked. You could buy two, possibly three sandwiches for fifteen dollars."
"Give me your boredom and your sadness and your anxiety: I will eat it all. I will eat the buttons off your shirt, your darkest secrets, your keys, locks of your hair, your memories. Come play with me in a world we make up together. I will only kill you a little bit, and you will like it."
"Love was not something, I realized, that came to you from the outside. I had always thought that love was supposed to come from other people, and somehow, I was failing to catch the crumbs of it, failing to eat them, and I went around belly empty and desperate. I didn't know that love was supposed to come from within me, and that as long as I loved others, the strength and warmth of that love would fill me, make me strong."
Margo is an icon with a truly unique voice and story that somehow managed to be both ridiculous (wrestler father, only fans, pokemon dick poetry) and incredibly genuine at its essence. I laughed out loud every other page, frequently had to put the book down out of anxiety for the very stressful situations Margo found herself in, and felt deep affection for Margo, her baby, her father, her roommate - basically everyone except her mother and Kevin who both suck.
I took half a point off in my rating because the ending felt anti-climatic after all the events that had transpired. Margo enters into a situationship with one of her fans, which felt like an unnecessary sub plot and therefore felt wrong to end on. I cared about Margo and her baby. I did not care about JB and his ml advertising business idea. But it was an amazing reading experience all together.
"She felt incredibly stupid for believing him, for having the affair with him, for having a uterus"
"She kept thinking, as she nursed him, I am so fucked, I am so fucked, I am so fucked. Because all around her she could feel the echoey space of no one caring about her or worrying about her or helping her. She might as well have been nursing this baby on an abandoned space station."
"It seemed improbable that men really wanted sex this badly, and yet they did, there was an entire economy based on how badly they wanted it, and for a moment Margo understood the sexual desire she felt was mild in comparison. She would never pay fifteen dollars to look at a guy naked. You could buy two, possibly three sandwiches for fifteen dollars."
"Give me your boredom and your sadness and your anxiety: I will eat it all. I will eat the buttons off your shirt, your darkest secrets, your keys, locks of your hair, your memories. Come play with me in a world we make up together. I will only kill you a little bit, and you will like it."
"Love was not something, I realized, that came to you from the outside. I had always thought that love was supposed to come from other people, and somehow, I was failing to catch the crumbs of it, failing to eat them, and I went around belly empty and desperate. I didn't know that love was supposed to come from within me, and that as long as I loved others, the strength and warmth of that love would fill me, make me strong."