*I’ll warn you before the spoiler comes*
This is the first Margaret Atwood book I’ve even read.
And damn dude. She came in hot!
This book was hella compelling! (And far more well written than that basic bitch statement I just used to describe it.)
As most of you know already this is a television show (of which I have not watched yet, but am planning on it.) and it was getting rave reviews. Which made me think: Hey. I should read that book before I watch the show. Get some context.
I had no idea what the fuck I was walking into.
No clue what this society was about, where this story was going, or what the fuck the characters names were.
…and I still don’t.
Just kidding! I really liked this book because while it wasn’t like thrill upon thrill, it was actually quietly compelling and a huge statement on feminism and society as a whole.
Just kidding again. I mean, I’m sure that was in there, but I never read into that stuff, I’m just there for the story.
And the story was fucking timeless. I had no idea that it was based in the 90’s, I thought it was written in the 60’s because I genuinely thought that Margaret Atwood was older than she is.
(Did I mention that this was the first time I’ve read her books?)
Legitimately thought she was born in the 1920s.
Like…she’s still alive. Thought she was long dead.
I also keep thinking her name is Ann Margaret and I know that’s seriously fucking wrong.
I’m not dumb, I’m just an idiot. There’s a difference haha.
Anyway, I really liked her writing, the story, where it went, and how where the characters ended up.
However, slight beef: She needed to actually finish the fucking story. All we see is that they are coming for Offred.
They grab her…and then NOTHING.
How dare you. How dare you Margaret Atwood. I trusted you. I had so much faith in where this story was going and you lowballed me like that.
Ugh. So good though.