

Ugh.
Something about this book left me feeling exasperated and depressed each time I put it down. About halfway through, I hated it more than I've ever hated anything. But toward the end, I was starting to feel... at peace? Like I was one with the protagonist? Or, at minimum, like I understood her. But then we get to the last sentence, and it felt like being beat across the head with a large blunt object: “I hadn't learned what I had wanted to about how language worked. I hadn't learned anything at all.”
!!!
You really hate to hear that after 400+ pages exploring language, culture, and education (I guess that's what this book was, anyway... who friggin knows). So, yeah. I audibly laughed when I read the last paragraph.
This one may have simply been over my head. Or maybe it was so deeply IN my head that it ruined my life for the few weeks that I was reading it. Now I have to spend the next hour reading through other reviews so I can try to understand how anyone could possibly enjoy this.
Ugh.
Something about this book left me feeling exasperated and depressed each time I put it down. About halfway through, I hated it more than I've ever hated anything. But toward the end, I was starting to feel... at peace? Like I was one with the protagonist? Or, at minimum, like I understood her. But then we get to the last sentence, and it felt like being beat across the head with a large blunt object: “I hadn't learned what I had wanted to about how language worked. I hadn't learned anything at all.”
!!!
You really hate to hear that after 400+ pages exploring language, culture, and education (I guess that's what this book was, anyway... who friggin knows). So, yeah. I audibly laughed when I read the last paragraph.
This one may have simply been over my head. Or maybe it was so deeply IN my head that it ruined my life for the few weeks that I was reading it. Now I have to spend the next hour reading through other reviews so I can try to understand how anyone could possibly enjoy this.