A genius autistic female scientist, AI Gods, post-human angels and a Lovecraftian Outside force that creates chaos and madness. Quite the mind bender.
Portions of this book were incredible, but I can‘t help feeling that either something was missing in the execution somewhere, or that perhaps I simply don‘t fully relate to Winterson‘s depiction of the kaleidoscopic complexity of love. The section that enumerated different tissues and cells also felt out of place to me. Nevertheless, rating Pick for ambition and many exquisite and highly quotable passages.
This was a sweet and fun read, definitely the kind of thing I needed. I love that drag culture is getting a moment in the sun here, and I would love to be friends with Deirdre, so long as she knew my ass is never getting on a stage. It‘s definitely a debut and is a little rough in parts, and some of the dialogue was a bit much, but I enjoyed it and will certainly check out whatever the author writes next. 3/5 ⭐️
The tents dotted the far corner of the Weeds, and the rides occupied the rest of the space. Surprisingly, Charles loved rides. Unsurprisingly, I hated them. I couldn‘t see the point of scaring the crap out of myself. Life is terrifying enough as it is.