BLOOD ORANGE, by Harriet Tyce

This may be the shortest book review on record.
I do not like whiny drunk female protagonists. Male ones don't do anything for me either. This one, a female, is particularly repellent as she's not only a drunk (albiet a functioning one, at least during the day), but a cheating, lying drunk wife and mother who is engaged in a particularly repellent and demeaning extramarital affair. What a total turn off.
Did I like this book? No.
The writing is excellent. But I'm not slogging through 200+ pages of sodden misery to find the pearl at the bottom of the compost.
I did not like it, and quit after about fifty pages.
You, of course, may feel differently.

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