Pages: 77 / 306; 25%
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!