City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert. An overstuffed pile of dreck disguised as a WWII novel. The rave reviews got me. I question the taste of every one of those readers.
Imagine asking a WWII friend of your father’s how they met, and in return you get a badly written pile of porn. The narrator was just an unhinged Mary Sue.
City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert. An overstuffed pile of dreck disguised as a WWII novel. The rave reviews got me. I question the taste of every one of those readers.
Imagine asking a WWII friend of your father’s how they met, and in return you get a badly written pile of porn. The narrator was just an unhinged Mary Sue.