❝ Sometimes I question whether anyone can know what it’s like before it happens. Marriage and motherhood are like death in this way, and others too: no one comes back unchanged. ❞
I don’t know how I feel about this book. It’s dark and gritty, fused with themes of infidelity and abuse strewn in. The writing style was very poetic, and I thought the author’s writing was beautiful, but some of the descriptions felt a bit unnecessary. The Harpy follows the life of Lucy as she learns of her husband’s infidelity. She’s tossed into a never-ending cycle of pain and obsession, and begins to deteriorate. This book definitely drove me into a bad mood, left me with a sour taste in my mouth and I couldn’t help sympathizing with Lucy for everything she went through.
It was a short read, and the last few pages really left me wishing for more. I thought that the ending would leave me surprised or lead into something much more grand, maybe even feeding off into the glint of horror that had started to appear throughout the book, but it was none of that. It left me conflicted and confused more than anything, and for me, it was unsatisfying. I wish that some questions would be answered and we’d know more about Lucy’s unique situation towards the end, but I think this book is meant to serve more as a portrait of identification and finding oneself than resolving one’s problem, though I can’t hide my discontent nor curiosity towards the matter.
I’m kind of stuck on how to rate this, on one hand, this book was very poetic and beautiful in a twisted kind of way, but also left me bitter and wanting more. I definitely reccomend checking this out for yourself, but be warned that it deals with dark topics & situations and will definitely leave you in a sour sort of mood.
Review copy provided by the publisher and netgalley in exchange for an honest review.