I haven’t read enough self-help books to offer an opinion on the genre, but Girl, Wash Your Face caught my attention because of the controversial reviews and the promise of a “cut-that-shit-out” narrative that would shock me into motivation. It was motivating, but probably not in the way Hollis intended it.
Terror. Destruction. Disease. Violence.* Many post-apocalyptic novels paint their settings in various shades of death – I’ve yet to read a novel that believes the world ends in kindness and sing-a-longs – but this one… this one kept me up at night. Meg Elison’s The Book of the Unnamed Midwife is harrowing. Set in a world where a pandemic fever has killed 99% of men and 99.9% of women, the broken, violent husks of humanity wander a desolate, rotting wasteland. As my last novel of 2018, Elison’s story left me in a cold sweat wondering if the people who died
You should read this book if you’re seeking reprieve from rose-colored literature and star-crossed lovers. The Female of the Species is neither pretty nor sweet. Its aftertaste is bitter, and its plot will leave you shifting uncomfortably in your seat, replaying memories of your adolescence under the harsh fluorescent lighting of retrospect.