She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb was the exact reason why I don’t usually buy contemporary fiction. But I bought it anyway, swayed by 30% discount in MPH and of course, from a certain high because it was my birthday.
I was in the middle of a few other books when I started on it but finished it anyway.
But I digress.
Now, I don’t usually fancy contemporary fiction because number 1, it’s too real. Real as in the feelings and the emotions are so ‘now’ that it’s basically as raw as you can get; and it’s more often than not, littered with foul words. The ubiquitous F word (fun, fame, and farce, whatever.)
Secondly, it’s because of the Sex.
Why oh why must there be some form of copulating, in explicit detail in between?
If I would have wanted to know how 2 humans copulate, I would just get myself some x-rated magazine or something.
Maybe because sex sells.
Or maybe because it’s so human nature, that you can’t tell a story about somebody without that somebody have sex some time during his/her lifetime?
Sometimes it feels like I’m reading pornography.
But She’s Come Undone isn’t all bad. It succeeds superbly in pulling the reader into the life of its heroine, Dolores through her childhood, rebellious adolescence and finally to her adulthood, where she finally found salvation, love and life.
It’s not that bad actually.
Now, I’m figuring whether I can sell it back to MPH and get back my money.
Gosh, amy, go to the library instead!