This may be my biggest pet peeve in literature – writing dialogue sans quotation marks. I’ve ranted about it time and time again, because it doesn’t make you edgy, it makes you exhausting. Plus this book felt like a more boring knockoff of The Girls, by Emma Cline, which I also hated. Mostly because of the cult stuff. What happens is, I look over these lists of “best books of XYZ” and chuck them all on my hold list at the library because why not, forgetting […]