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A review by booknerdzara
Femlandia by Christina Dalcher
2.0
I received this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest, independent review.
Thanks to an economic collapse, America is on its knees. Shops are empty and the streets are no longer safe. Miranda has lost her home, her job and her husband; she and her daughter Emma only have each other left.
They only have one hope: Femlandia. A self-sufficient haven for women who want a life free of men.
I've been sitting on this review for a few weeks, trying to sum up how I felt about Femlandia.
Unfortunately, I did not like it as much as Dalcher's previous two novels, Vox and Q, which I loved. Although thought-provoking, I found it unsettling and uncomfortable at times; it is certainly not a book for the fainthearted!
The plot promises a lot, but to me, it fails to deliver at times and feels unbelievable and unengaging at times. I did not connect with any of the characters at all - I found Miranda boring and quite one-dimensional - and didn't care what happened to them.
It feels like it's a bit of a Marmite book to me, and sadly it was not for me.
Thanks to an economic collapse, America is on its knees. Shops are empty and the streets are no longer safe. Miranda has lost her home, her job and her husband; she and her daughter Emma only have each other left.
They only have one hope: Femlandia. A self-sufficient haven for women who want a life free of men.
I've been sitting on this review for a few weeks, trying to sum up how I felt about Femlandia.
Unfortunately, I did not like it as much as Dalcher's previous two novels, Vox and Q, which I loved. Although thought-provoking, I found it unsettling and uncomfortable at times; it is certainly not a book for the fainthearted!
The plot promises a lot, but to me, it fails to deliver at times and feels unbelievable and unengaging at times. I did not connect with any of the characters at all - I found Miranda boring and quite one-dimensional - and didn't care what happened to them.
It feels like it's a bit of a Marmite book to me, and sadly it was not for me.