A review by lindseymarkel
The Confessions of Edward Day by Valerie Martin
2.0
My grad school adviser recommended this book to me after reading a short story I wrote about community theatre actors. I liked the story itself, but I found basically all of the characters at basically every moment to be as insufferable as the most insufferable "theatre kids"--painfully self-absorbed and filled with a strangling sense of self-importance.
Side note: I can't retain the title of this book for the life of me. I've had to Google the name every single time I've wanted to mention it to anyone (including the week or so when I was in the middle of reading it). That just can't be a good sign, right?
Side note: I can't retain the title of this book for the life of me. I've had to Google the name every single time I've wanted to mention it to anyone (including the week or so when I was in the middle of reading it). That just can't be a good sign, right?