The Great Alone

by Kristin Hannah

“Don’t do this crazy, dangerous thing, Coraline. Leave him. Come home. Be safe.” “I love him, Mother. Can’t you understand that?” “Cora,” Grandma said softly. “Listen to me, please. You know he’s dangerous—”

I judge a book by its dialogue and this is baaad

I’m Geneva Walker.

Why do all these people say their full names? Who does that?

“When he came home, he looked like a dead man,” Mama said. “But he loved us. Loved us like air.

This writing is so bad

“We have to understand and forgive,” Mama said. “That’s how you love someone who’s sick. Someone who is struggling.

Barf

Everyone up here had two stories: the life before and the life now. If you wanted to pray to a weirdo god or live in a school bus or marry a goose, no one in Alaska was going to say crap to you. No one cared if you had an old car on your deck, let alone a rusted fridge. Any life that could be imagined could be lived up here.

They were trapped, by environment and finances, but mostly by the sick, twisted love that bound her parents together.

Barf yes romanticize domestic abuse