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A review by imogenrose97
Sugar, Baby by Celine Saintclare
dark
emotional
sad
tense
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.0
A quick read punctuated by trauma and fear of God, I couldn't help but feel an underlying sense that the author held sex work in quite a negative light due to Anges's internal monologue and the treatment of beauty as currency (which I agree that it is and that if you've got it you better fucking use it because the downsides of beauty warrant the upsides being as good as they can possibly be because the downsides are bad). It's hard to tell if that was unintentional.
Our protagonist was stunning and sweet and needed so much therapy. The first chapters felt like living a dream, new friends, community, softness and an escape from the claustrophobia of small town life. And most importantly freedom from an overbearing religious mother who doesn't understand that God is not a cure all magic tincture.
The relationship with her home and mother felt odd to me, I felt that someone who grew up in that environment wouldn't feel the homesickness of it so quickly. However, it is easy to forget the small pains and dream that the past wasn't so bad, that there were good intentions at the heart. For it to have felt real to me more distance needed to be put between the then and the now.
I enjoyed the frolicking, the release that comes with money after being broke, the gifts of previously unimaginable items. It was easy to know it would come crashing down, but it came down in a gentle way, an easy close.
Our protagonist was stunning and sweet and needed so much therapy. The first chapters felt like living a dream, new friends, community, softness and an escape from the claustrophobia of small town life. And most importantly freedom from an overbearing religious mother who doesn't understand that God is not a cure all magic tincture.
The relationship with her home and mother felt odd to me, I felt that someone who grew up in that environment wouldn't feel the homesickness of it so quickly. However, it is easy to forget the small pains and dream that the past wasn't so bad, that there were good intentions at the heart. For it to have felt real to me more distance needed to be put between the then and the now.
I enjoyed the frolicking, the release that comes with money after being broke, the gifts of previously unimaginable items. It was easy to know it would come crashing down, but it came down in a gentle way, an easy close.