I already didn't love this book because of what ai knew about it. But I TRIED to have an open mind. I did try. However, I was right to hate it, and I ended up skim-reading and DNFing because I just couldn't keep my mind open any longer.

The prose? Mid. The observations on life and love? Trite, cliché, and not nearly as profound or moving as they think they are. The worst of it is this: everyone I've seen who has reviewed this book from a queer perspective has said it's a must read, that it represents lesbianism so well. First of all, Evelyn is probably bisexual. The lesbian here is Celia, and until the last few years of her life wherein she's suffering and dying, she is constantly betrayed, exploited, and unappreciated by Evelyn, and plays second fiddle to her stupid husband drama. As a lesbian, I felt alienated, saddened, and felt awful for Celia more than I felt anything else. This book is an extremely over-rated dirge. Bye.