L. S. Hilton – Maestra

This novel is incoherent nonsense. There is a GLIMMER of an interesting idea about rage and class that is destroyed by utter claptrap. The plot makes NO sense. It is choppy. The protagonist hates fat people, or maybe it's the writer, and that's fine, but in the early going it's quite distracting. Then there is the extravagant name brand dropping. The absurd twists that aren't really twists, but perhaps, limp shifts in direction. Nothing in the book is shocking. THIS BOOK DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL. The sex is just silly. There is a lot of cunt swelling and playing around with vaginal moisture. I don't understand books sometimes.