This was one of those books I couldn’t put down, but wanted to. I kept waiting. Waiting for something to grab me and make me want to keep reading. Waiting to see if Kingsolver would ever get to the point. Waiting to understand how in the hell this book won a Pulitzer Prize.
Unfortunately, Kingsolver wrote about something she clearly had no first hand experience with. She’s confused the generations- blending characters who sound and act like they are from the 50s & 60s with the opioid epidemic that evolved in the 90s. As someone who was a teenager living in this region participating in many of these extracurriculars during the mid to late 90s I can assure you Demon is not a believable character. None of these guys are. Kingsolver has no clue- it’s embarrassing. And I’m guessing the people who think this is award reading literature are just as sheltered and unaware as the author. What a joke.