Hello, rats!
It's been over a year since my last post here, but I've decided it's time for me to stop neglecting it now and lock in. For an update about myself, I'm now officially out of education, working full time at the bookshop and loving life more than ever, surrounded by bookish jobs! Despite all of this happiness however, finding the time to relax with a good book just hasn't been the easiest but I'm determined to restart this blog and therefore get back to reading what I want again.
So what have I read since leaving college? Honestly nowhere near as much as I thought I would have. HOWEVER everything I have read has been top tier, jaw clenching, breathtakingly good. Choosing just one title to write about this evening was actually quite a task in itself, but one book stood out in particular.
The Lamb by Lucy Rose
'Margot and Mama have lived by the forest since Margot can remeber. When Margot is not at school, they spend quiet days together in their cottage, waiting for starngers to knock on their door. Strays, Mama calls them. Mama loves the strays. She feeds them wine, keeps them warm. Then she satisfies her burning appetite by picking apart their bodies.
But Mama's want is stronger than her hunger sometimes, and when a white-toothed stray named Eden turns up in the heart of a snowstorm, little Margot must confront the shifting dynamics of her family, untangle her own desires and make her own bid for freedom.
With this gothic coming-of-age, debut novelist Lucy Rose explores how women swallow their anger, desire and animal instincts- and wrings the relationship between mother and daughter until blood drips from it.'
I read The Lamb as a result of being sold it on the premise of 'it made me feel sick'. As soon as I heard such a statement, I just knew I had to give it a go and... wow. There is no other word I can use other than 'wow'.
The book takes the reader through witnessing voilence on an animalistic level like no other, fractured parental relationships and what it really means to satiate a hunger for both violence and the need to belong.
The best part? We witness it all through the eyes of a child.
The narration from Margot is told in such a gorgeously lyrical way that you can't help but fall ridiculously invested right from page one. I laughed, I cried, I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, to the point I felt the need to peel my flesh from my own bones inch by inch. I have never read something that felt so personal, brutal and tender all at once.
I desperately hope to see more books like this from Lucy Rose in the future, because this was definitely my best read of the year.
-A Rat 🐀
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