Maybe I missed the point of this book.
But this is what
I could not give up:
I could not give up myself
Psyche has known Love—scented with jasmine and tasting of fresh oranges. Yet he is fleeting and fragile, lost to her too quickly. Punished by self-doubt, Psyche yearns to be transformed, like the beautiful and brutal figures in the myths her lover once spoke of. Attempting to uncover beauty in the darkness, she is challenged, tested, and changed by the gods and demons who tempt her. Her faith must be found again, for if she is to love, she must never look back.
I love deep books. But I couldn't get past the first ten pages. Maybe it was the fact that, though it was in prose, she never used periods. Maybe it was the fact that she skimmed over things - for instance, Psyche and her Love - that would normally have taken fifty pages in five. Maybe it was just the character.
Perhaps it was one of those things.
Either way, I couldn't read it.
Oh. Nece and Bethie, you guys won the last two books in this month's contest! Send me an email and I'll get them to you as soon as possible.