They even found themselves disappointed when they take them to the school dance because they finally spoke to each girl for the first time, and it disrupted their fantasies. They saw them as the epitome of ideal beauty. The boys had no real concern or compassion for the girls.
The random tangents focusing on even the most random detail, the distracted and unattached way of discussing the girls and practically everything that agitated me about this book were supposed to make me feel that way. This story was about teenage boys almost as much as it was about teenage girls. Halfway through the book, my interest was completely gone, but a random glance back to the first chapter changed my perspective of what this book was. On top of that, the author chose to include random, borderline racist comments that completely threw me off. I rolled my eyes when a small mention of a person or event would turn into tangents that took over most of the chapter without relevance to the story. The overstuffing of grandiose vocabulary alone made me want to throw the book across the room a few times.
It was so maddening and intelligent that I couldn’t help but think about it every day. I still find that it resonates with me more than anything I have ever read. Yet, by the time I finished, this book changed the way that I appreciate written works. Let me start by saying I had never felt so genuinely frustrated, confused and utterly annoyed while reading a book. At this point, they are all middle-aged adults with wives and children and they’re reflecting on their account of what happened. This story is told from the perspective of the juvenile neighbor boys who watch the girls at school, at church and from across the street. In a matter of 13 months, all five sisters commit suicide.īased on the premise, you might think that Eugenides delves into the minds of these girls to tell their stories, but he takes his own approach instead. The focus is on the Lisbon family, which includes five sisters-Lux, Cecilia, Therese, Mary and Bonnie, their strict mother and their abstracted father. “The Virgin Suicides” by Jeffrey Eugenides tells the story of a quiet suburban neighborhood in 1970s Detroit that is hit by an unimaginable tragedy. The hope and wonder that come with childhood begin to drift away as she discovers the perceptions that are laid out before her.
A teenage girl’s adolescent years are when she first learns how disappointing the world can be.
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