I don’t like to play favorites (probably a side effect of being the mother of two) but this is, by far, my favorite review of Waiting For Spring. It’s from Moriah Jovan, author of The Proviso.
Check it out!
The twin hyperbolic allegories of “until she ruined my life” and “Seven years old. And already I knew I was in some deep shit” are not, actually, hyperbolic or allegorical, but the reader doesn’t find out why or how until far, far into the book. You might be tempted to point out that this is simply excellent fiction infrastructure, to which I would say…yeah, I know. But I don’t see that a whole lot anymore. […] A good portion of Tess’s internal dialog and her observations are written as wry asides to herself and she is inviting you, Random Reader, to chuckle along with her. And I did. Even while I had tears running down my cheeks.
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