Age: 23

Pages: 77 / 306; 25%
ISBN: 9780316386531

The Reason for the Reaping: The title and cover called to me. I know nothing else.

As I Lay Summarizing: Seattle, Washington, 1999. The World Trade Organization is having a super important meeting, and people are peacefully protesting. Police pressure, nonviolent rhetoric, and mounting tension, oh my!

The Line That Killed Me: “He looked back once, marking her face, King knew, for all eternity. She put her lips to her palm and blew him a kiss.
“Bye, asshole” (61). Death by ultimate vindication.

Best Character: King

Why [As] You Like It: The chapters are short and urgent and bounce between several different narrators. Like I would be if I enjoyed coffee. It fits the overall setting and situation perfectly. These characters’ inner monologues are (of course) unbelievably insightful and sharp, and their kryptonite/demons/longings complement the small scale revolution taking place on the streets of Seattle.

Why I’m Gone, Girl: The momentum is not forward. The oscillating narrators are as much this novel’s strength as it is its weakness. Like your heart (a muscle the size of a fist) it’s going. And going. And going. The small melodrama is profound and awesome, but sometimes you can only take so much. Like coffee? I wouldn’t know.

Last Line, Last Chance: “…her lungs. It was love that governed the workings of her mouth, …”

Will I turn the page, or toss it into Mount Doom?

Yesssss. Protest novels are exciting. And this one is eloquent and full of interesting characters. The page has been turned!


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