A Little Life

Actually... 3 months on from forcing myself to finish this book. I cannot believe that I put myself through all 720 pages. This read like some kind of fucked up trauma-porn fanfiction: characters thrown around like dolls through the most unfortunate circumstances of life one second, and then made to kiss in their materially perfect lives the next.

Maybe that's the point and I simply don't get it, or don't like it. It felt pitying and unempathetic.