Description:
A semi-famous artist announces her plan to drive cross-country, from LA to NY. Thirty minutes after leaving her husband and child at home, she spontaneously exits the freeway, beds down in a nondescript motel, and immerses herself in a temporary reinvention that turns out to be the start of an entirely different journey.
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Storygraph Review:
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It’s complicated
- Loveable characters? It’s complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It’s complicated
- Star Rating: 4.25
I found reading this book interesting. Narratively it felt more stream of consciousness. Perhaps it felt that way because I could relate to her thoughts. And the first person POV. Which I suppose makes sense given the theme of the book overall.
Below the cut are some lines that I either laughed out loud at or stood out to me for one reason or another. These could be considered spoilers.
They found three pictures on the internet and printed them out. Charlie Chaplin, RuPaul, and, somewhat disturbingly, the Apple logo.
“Is it new?” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Have I seen this one before?”
“It’s been here for months. You’ve seen it at every stage.”
We stared at the green marble figure together. It was veined with black, highly polished. A headless woman on her hands and knees.
“Everyone thinks doggy style is so vulnerable,” Jordi said, “but it’s actually the most stable position. Like a table. It’s hard to be knocked down when you’re on all fours.”
Motherfucker, I whispered. I was referring to life itself. Always surprising you, always with the curveballs. Room 321 was the cave and I was its guard. I had made a goddamn womb and I had oneness in it every week. With myself, with God, with my friends and sometimes lovers. And I didn’t own it. Because you don’t. Own anything, not even your own womb, your own body. It all goes.
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