I wanted to read Mars instead but Scribd made it unavailable. I have no clue if that would have made me like Bakić more, but I know this one made me deeply dislike her as an author.

These are the sort of short stories that make you believe something must be about to happen, but they’re so lacklustre that things never get interesting. All the first person narrators had the same voice, all the stories ultimately felt like increasingly cheaper copies of the previous ones. Some were so stupid and cringy that they gave me secondhand embarrassment.

I listened to the audiobook, and because I started when I still had time for over an hour long morning walks, I hadn’t realised just how much I hated the narrator’s literal slow motion reading and the comically long pause before overpronouncing Bosnian names. I had to speed up to 1.8x for it to become normal reading speed.

This is yet another “feminist” book described so to bank on lukewarm shit that is somehow popularly lauded, and not a genuinely feminist book with actually feminist things to say.