One was one of the best books I read this year. The other was the worst.
Whoa. A retelling of Sophocle’s Antigones with a muslim family in the UK. The writing is incredibly sharp, poignant, and at 278 pages, a perfect read.
Spielberg is making this into a movie and there’s quite a bit of hype about it. I actually liked the concept of the video game setting. It’s just that the writing is so bad that it’s really difficult to get through. And the 80s nostalgia… Oh boy. I love 80s nostalgia but it’s jammed into every crevice of the book that it just becomes a distraction.