Slip the pin through the skin. Start stitching. It doesn't sting. It does bleed. White thread turns red. Red string. Going in. Going out. I pull. Tug. Tug the pin. In. Out. Out. Out. Blackout. Something has happened to Peach. Blood runs down her legs and the scent of charred meat lingers on her flesh. It hurts to walk but she staggers home to parents that don't seem to notice. They can't keep their hands off each other and besides, they have a new infant, sweet and wobbly as a jelly baby.
Peach must patch herself up alone so she can go to college and see her boyfriend, Green. But sleeping is hard when she is haunted by the gaping memory of a mouth, and working is hard when burning sausage fat fills her nostrils, and eating is impossible when her stomach is swollen tight as a drum.
In this dazzling debut, Emma Glass articulates the unspeakable with breath-taking clarity and verve. Intensely physical, with rhythmic, visceral prose, Peach marks the arrival of a visionary new voice.
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[Thick stick sticky sticking wet ragged wool winding round the wounds, stitching the sliced skin together as I walk, scraping my mitted hand against the wall]***
(Bloomsbury, 11 January 2018, ebook, ARC provided by the publisher via NetGalley and voluntarily reviewed)
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Peach is the one of the best book's I've read in ages.
I'm at a loss to describe this gut-wrenching, unique little novella. How to describe a book that punch you in the throat.
First off, I wasn't sure I would like the style used by the author. It reminded me of A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing at first which I found unreadable. However, the style is nowhere near as dense as other books that use stream-of-consciousness and I quickly adjusted.
Peach deals with some pretty dark stuff including violent, sexual assault and stalking. Despite this, the book is not gruesome or unpleasant. The writing style used allows the author to avoid this. I was impressed by Peach.
I liked the fact this novella is written from Peach's point of view. This makes the book very personal and emotional. I read it in one sitting and didn't want it to end.
