If anyone needs me, I will be scrubbing this book out of my brain.
For how beautifully the author tried to write queerness, it was ruined by the end. Pin and Glory‘s relationship was potentially the only thing I liked about this book.
I was never anything but indifferent toward our MC, Pin. Henry is a no, Charlie Chaplin appearing is a no, and our villain? A MASSIVE FUCK NO.
The metaphor of men seeing young girls as “toys” just didn‘t hit.