4 Stars
“We’ve both been hiding things,” I pointed out. “We’re the same kind of awful.” “I don’t know,” she said, backing toward the stairs. “I think we’re different kinds of awful.”
The Drowning Girls is about Liz and Phil – average Joes who score some sweet digs when Phil gets hired as the “community relations specialist” for an extremely exclusive gated community. While Phil basks in the attention and settles into his new faux wealthy lifestyle, Liz struggles with fitting in. And when the neighbor’s teenage daughter goes from being focused on becoming besties with Liz and Phil’s daughter to Phil instead, the following is raised . . . .
A question: What’s the difference between a pedophile and an innocent person accused of pedophilia? What about a rapist and a person accused of rape?
Okay. How did I not know about this book for TWO YEARS?!?!?!?!?!
It’s pretty much this . . . .
Meets this . . . . .
And I should have been like this over on NetGalley back in 2016 when the dang thing came out . . . .
The only think I can think of is that it fell victim to the much overused catchphrase . . . . .
Don’t let that steer you away. If you’re looking for some soap opera-ish good times while doing this over the summer . . . . .
The Drowning Girls could very well be a winner. Think of me while you’re relaxing poolside and I’m suffering heat stroke at a baseball complex in the armpit of America . . . . .
The Drowning Girls is about Liz and Phil – average Joes who score some sweet digs when Phil gets hired as the “community relations specialist” for an extremely exclusive gated community. While Phil basks in the attention and settles into his new faux wealthy lifestyle, Liz struggles with fitting in. And when the neighbor’s teenage daughter goes from being focused on becoming besties with Liz and Phil’s daughter to Phil instead, the following is raised . . . .
A question: What’s the difference between a pedophile and an innocent person accused of pedophilia? What about a rapist and a person accused of rape?
Okay. How did I not know about this book for TWO YEARS?!?!?!?!?!
It’s pretty much this . . . .
Meets this . . . . .
And I should have been like this over on NetGalley back in 2016 when the dang thing came out . . . .
The only think I can think of is that it fell victim to the much overused catchphrase . . . . .
Don’t let that steer you away. If you’re looking for some soap opera-ish good times while doing this over the summer . . . . .
The Drowning Girls could very well be a winner. Think of me while you’re relaxing poolside and I’m suffering heat stroke at a baseball complex in the armpit of America . . . . .
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