Fiction by Sally Rooney
This is the story of Connell and Marianne, a pair who should just fall in love (and live happily ever) after on about page twenty-five, but instead meander all around in unpleasant ways until the unsatisfyingly ambiguous end of the book, by which time you no longer like them any more and have stopped caring.
Yes, I actively disliked this book. I disliked it even more so because I liked it at first, and then the author spoiled it, slowly, like milk turning bad. AND it's an award-winner with the "smart-person-book" pretension of not using quotation marks when someone is talking. Ugh.
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