bossyfemme

My favourite Atwood books are always the ladies-dissociating-in-Toronto novels.

Because of the alienated feel I found it hard to keep track of as a book to read in smaller chunks of time, which is how I normally read. I thought about just moving on to something else but instead I made time to finish it all in one go & I'm glad I did. The denouement of this one was really bizarrely cathartic.

This one is a lot about objectification & a lot of the symbolism & language around that might feel a little bald for 2017, but at the same time - this shit is still happening.

This is definitely a book with no likeable characters, though, so if that bothers you, skip this one.