And the last.
I finished Pretty Bad Things, the book by C.J Skuse.
I've gathered the following from it:
-I was right in that their dad committed armed robbery to pay their way. I like when books don't let you down on certain points.
-The ending still let me down. Their gran went psycho and started shooting at them. Okay, they were committing armed robbery themselves, but their gran was always kinda skeevy throughout the book. It would've been much better if they'd blamed their gran for everything, instead of doing what they did.
-I know nothing of Las Vegas. I really should, since it's in my writing. The amount of things that are there that got mentioned made me feel like such a hypocrite, given my opinion of Stefenie. Who wants to come on a research trip to Sin City?
I liked her prose. Her characters were a little two-dimensional, but she could write comedy. In fact, she wrote it better than the dramatics she was going for. She should've focused on that rather than rewriting Bonnie and Clyde with a female Holden Caulfield at the wheel.
I always wanted to deck Holden anyway. The best 20th century coming-of-age American story was The Bell Jar. Well, until I finish On The Road by Jack Kerouac anyway.
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