The Girls by Emma Cline
I started this because the premise sounded fun (a girl caught up in a Charles Manson-like debacle) but I ended up really enjoying other things about it. It’s full of descriptions and metaphors that are wholly original and exactly right, without ever feeling forced or overdone. It has a past-present kind of structure that is executed deftly and winds up having a purpose in the book as a whole besides just getting the story told. And as it nears the end, there’s a kind of shift in the narrator’s thinking that casts everything before in a different and intriguing light. (In this way it’s like The Witch Elm).
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a book called The Girls has a fierce feminist streak…
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Hi! Sounds like a worthy read. Hope your new practice is rolling along well. Big change!