cleopatra and frankenstein starts with a classic meet cute: two strangers meet in an elevator as they’re both trying to escape a new year’s eve party early. I get that writing a book is a lot of peoples dreams, and Mellors was certainly able to put words on the page. I am not a Sally Rooney fan, even after reading a number of her books; I really tried to understand the hype but I just can't quite get there. There isn't much of a plot to speak of, beyond the shifting dynamics and relationships built between them, namely Cleo and Frank, a semi-green-card marriage built mostly on passion and age difference, and those around them: Frank's younger half-sister, Zoë; Frank's friends, Anders, and another more boring and half-hearted inclusion whose name I don't remember; Cleo's best friend Quentin; Zoë's best friend Audrey; and finally, ELEANOR.

but alas, I had to stop reading at 51 % percent because I just couldn't bear it anymore, and I hardly DNF books.There were very many characters in this book that I didn't like, but also I wasn't supposed to, but also even when I'm not supposed to I usually do anyway, often more than when I AM supposed to.

But their impulsive marriage irreversibly changes both their lives, and the lives of those close to them, in ways they never could've predicted. If you'd like to read a good book I'm sure that anything else you have on hand would be a better use of your time on this planet. The younger characters spend the novel ‘finding’ themselves in a city which has too much of a personality for you to find yourself with any ounce of integrity.

It's the latest in a string of literary fiction pieces that I've read that feel aspirational to that title. I think one of the first things that made me fall in love with this book was how New York City wasn't romanticised; it wasn't made to sound like this wonderland where all your dreams come true (more spew). I do also love a romance theme BUT not a cheesy boy meets girl, whimsical, cringe, fairytale romance.

Young people, people with addictions, people with traumatic childhood experiences, whatever it may be. they're all self-absorbed immature people who cannot empathise with others and cannot think of anybody but themselves.her hair is described as 'golden', her face, a 'performance', her clothes and makeup give her a vintage yet distinctive aura (i made the mistake of looking up coco mellors and could no longer divorce the author from the character. I love a book where nothing happens as much as the next person, but there was nothing below surface level to keep the narrative afloat. However, with this comes a feeling that the characters which fill the pages in this book, cannot truly be written about in any sort of depth, because there are just too many of them.