Technically, all the main character did in this chapter was get her hair cut by her mother, ride a bus to school, and creep on a group of teenagers from a hallway window. But I was still drawn into the book.
Seeing everything through the eyes of Beatrice, a 16-year-old dealing with a dystopian version of our future, provides both the necessary world-building to understand the setting and personal drama to empathize with the character.
I’m not used to reading books in first-person present. It’s actually pretty refreshing, like reading a stranger’s diary as they’re writing it. So just as Beatrice creeped on her classmates as they arrived to school, I’m creeping on her creeping on her classmates. It’s creepception.
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Gwen thinks that it’s as close to magic as humans can get when a blank Word document is filled with groups of letters, and those groups of letters turn into lines, and those lines turn into a whole new world.
When Gwen isn’t reading or writing, she’s drinking boba milk tea and singing along to Steven Universe. You should sing along with her.
