by Tiffany Baker. The little giant is a woman named Truly, who has some sort of glandular irregularity and grows big, big, big. She and her friends are all a little odd, and they often get pushed around, stepped on, and abused by other, "normal" people. It makes you wish for them to get some kind of violent super revenge on the jerks.
It's a nice, light-ish novel, interesting and well-told. There are some pretty poetic moments in the prose, like this: "'I like the color green,' and then her tongue loosened and gave way to an unbroken wailing pouring from her throat, a noise like a cat bleeding in the rain." How do you like that?? It's describing the actions of a woman in the midst of giving birth.
Try this one: "'A type of cancer. My white blood cells are multiplying too quickly. They're choking out the red ones.' I hadn't realized you could divide blood into opposing colors, but I supposed if anyone could turn something as elemental as his own blood into something that seethed and fought, it would be [him]."
I will definitely be interested in reading anything else Baker writes.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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