Welp, here goes this again. Back in school, no time to read ever. I signed up for a class called American Literature from 1865 to 1965 in hopes of reading things along the lines of Mark Twain and Faulkner, but it's all been essays and short stories thus far. It's like the biggest disappointment of a class anyways, for many reasons.
So one of the required books for the class was Quicksand by Nella Larsen. The main character was whiny and stupid, and only concerned with fine aesthetics and mulling over the past. She never seemed to learn, and kept passing up fine opportunities. There were literally no characters in the book that I liked, it was relatively boring. At least it was somewhat well written. But beyond that, yeah not super impressed.
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