TW hated My Name is Lucy Barton. She said it was like reading one long run on sentence, which makes no sense. There’s a lot of punctuation in the book. I get it though. It was an odd little book and pretty depressing, too. Poverty and abuse and poverty and, well, it was an odd little book.
I didn’t hate it. But, I didn’t love it, either.
Oh. Hahaha. It was long listed for a Mann Booker. That explains everything. Really.