Melody Murray's Books

I loved her earlier books with all my heart. This one, I can't even finish- it's too raw, too emotionally painful, and far too stream-of-consciousness and meandering. I'm sad that it didn't work for me. I think that in a lot of ways it felt self-indulgent- I was on page 200 & something and nothing had happened except a lot of wallowing in loneliness for Sally. I found the drawing to be more interesting than in the earlier work- which is why I gave it two stars despite not finishing it. Schrag is taking some chances here, both with the text and, in my eyes, more successfully with the drawing. I think this was probably cathartic to write. I'm holding out for the next one, whatever it will be.