A reader who’ll try anything once, including bad books in search of good ones. Eclectic as her tastes are, she tends to gravitate to historical romances, realistic contemporaries, and some fantasy novels.
Compulsively readable. That’s how I first described this book. The narrator’s voice is strong and keeps the reader riveted even when it becomes abundantly clear that there’s no plot in The Wasp Factory. None whatsoever. That’s why it’s so disappointing that the predictable—not in a bad way—character study falls utterly flat on the finishing line. The reveal and quick resolution are utterly botched and unbelievable. Frank, the real Frank I spent two hundred pages reading about, would not have said what he said on the very last lines.