This is part of the continuing series of random books reviews that'll be nothing like the New York Times book review. Gone is the ten thousand word analysis. Instead, here is a book review like you'd tell your friends.
The Book: Jean Hegland's Into the Forest
Review:Diet post-apocalyptic happenings? Check.
MacGyver-esque ingenuity? Check.
Incestuous lesbianism? Check.
Homeopathic birthing techniques? Check.
Communal living in rotted out tree stumps? Who in their right mind...?
Listen, Jean. I love dystopian stories as much as the next neurotic English major. But people living in tree stumps?? Is Smokey the Bear a ghostwriter on this book? Did the Sierra Club put you up to this? We're not even talking tree houses with a fashionable window and rope swing. We're talking rotted stumps. I've yet to meet a human being who fell in love with rotted stumps and wanted to live in one, no matter how dire the situation. But if you included a rope swing maybe I could get behind you on this.
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