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This is my tenth Atwood book, and it’s shockingly superior to any of the others I’ve gotten a kick out of. The degree and combination of her work is astounding, yet here, she accomplishes that within the fronts of a lone book: it should be racked as chronicled fiction, diary, mystery exercises/thriller.
It gets the peruser in the main brief part(under three pages), which would fill in as a short story: so much is recommended, yet so insignificant communicated, you can’t fight the temptation to examine on, energetically. This in like manner sets a sample of foreseeing: you know various key events much sooner than they "happen", yet need to hold up and think to find how and why.
The pacing is immaculate, too. I estimated some crucial parts well before they were revealed, however there was appealing defenselessness, and continually another issue in the pipeline. This makes a delightful concordance amidst pride and vulnerability in the peruse