Rooms by Lauren Oliver

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


While I didn't hate this book, I couldn't bring myself to give it more than two stars. Maybe two and a half since I'm in an uncharacteristically generous mood this evening.

Unlike most reviews I write, I don't have much to say about this novel. Shocking I know - considering I can rant on and on about one ply toilet paper in a public restroom. But this book was just a big pile of depression disguised as adult fiction with a (barely) ghost story twist. Every character was either dead, wishing they were dead or slowly killing themselves with their awful life choices. They were all pretty miserable, even the one who'd accomplished the seemingly desired end goal of death. The only character I enjoyed and who's POV I looked forward to reading was Sandra's. I'd read a whole novel from Sandra's perspective - and I wish I had.

The overall plot line (or really lack there of) made me question the point of it all. I wanna say this book was gloomy and hopeless for the sole purpose of being gloomy and hopeless. Because the author decided screw it - I wanna write about sucky people living out their sucky lives and who cares if there's no cohesive plot line to accompany it. Hey man (or in this case woman), you do you. I didn't hate it... or love it.



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