Another spontaneous book purchase that bit me in the ass. I wasn't that whelmed by the movie, but I didn't think the book would be that much worse. It's not a classic, it's obnoxious.
It carries too much stereotypes like women hating each other, being friends to hate other women, submitting to unsatisfying, hurtful sex while treating it like a sacred mantle and just in general it's a really hard pivot from wonder of magic to women who don't need no man subcoming to being hateful hags and only that hatefulness kept them friends.
Oh, and the children. I didn't like that they all give birth at the end of the movie, but I hate that being a free woman comes with hating your children even more. I don't even register that Jane has kids up until the last hundred pages. Sapphic motives? Just to play up the perversion I guess, because from what I've managed to catch with my too annoyed brain is that they all find men and no longer need witchcraft or friends. And of course, if the man doesn't want you, he gay. It's really that simple.
I probably missed something. Some parts were quite enjoyable, like Gabriel murder, it was creepy and well written, but a good chunk of the book is just long lists of things and actions. I'd rather read about sensual boob on boob touching in an Anne Rice novel.
I don't want this book on my shelf though.
by skylerren