Torrid teen love under the abusive eye of a pedagogue. A Chekhovian second act. A WTF ending. And a penetrating examination of male privilege from a woman who's clearly suffered under its hands. Susan Choi has her cake and lets you eat it, all the while making the acutely insightful pages turn faster and faster. A Rubik's cube for the Me Too era that I enjoyed immensely but can't quite put together.
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