*Book Review* Sorority- Genevieve Sly Crane

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Prep meets Girls in White Dresses in Genevieve Sly Crane’s deliciously addictive, voyeuristic exploration of female friendship and coming of age that will appeal to anyone who has ever been curious about what happens in a sorority house.

Twinsets and pearls, secrets and kinship, rituals that hold sisters together in a sacred bond of everlasting trust. Certain chaste images spring to mind when one thinks of sororities. But make no mistake: these women are not braiding each other’s hair and having pillow fights—not by a long shot.

What Genevieve Sly Crane has conjured in these pages is a blunt, in your face look behind the closed doors of a house full of contemporary women—and there are no holds barred. These women have issues: self-inflicted, family inflicted, sister-to-sister inflicted—and it is all on the page. At the center of this swirl is Margot: the sister who died in the house, and each chapter is told from the points of view of the women who orbit her death and have their own reactions to it.

With a keen sense of character and elegant, observant prose, Crane details the undercurrents of tension in a world where perfection comes at a cost and the best things in life are painful—if not impossible—to acquire: Beauty. A mother’s love. And friendship… or at least the appearance of it. Woven throughout are glimmers of the classical myths that undercut the lives of women in Greek life. After all, the Greek goddesses did cause their fair share of destruction.

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My Review:

“Men will kill you with their idiocy but women will kill you with their brilliance.”

DNF @ 73%

The synopsis of this book made this sound amazing. It made it sound like something more than it actually was. I was so close to finishing this but I couldn’t torture myself anymore. I’m shocked that I made it that far in this snoozefest.

With this, we’re promised a sorority sister’s death and an intimate look at the highs and lows of being in a sorority. What we got was a very boring and non-shocking look at the boring lives of valley girls with issues.

It started off slow and got even slower. I didn’t even know that was possible but this broke all the rules of mediocrity. What I wanted was a drama-filled dumpster fire while being surprised by the recklessness of joining a sorority because my life is an inferno in a dumpster. I’m not sure what this is but I know it needs to be erased from my memory.

Sorority wasn’t worth my time and I’ll probably never read anything else this author writes. My dog, Louie, could bark a better book than this.

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