It was well written but was not my cup of - anything.
This was straight up literary fiction, where a broken person goes off to continue being broken and returns home just as broken as before. Nothing happens to the character, she doesn't grow or learn much.
Which is just fine. But when I read, I am looking for an adventure, I want to read about a place or situation that is outside my daily life. I want to be moved by a character overcoming something. To read about somebody’s navel-gazing self-doubt is not inspiring or interesting to me.
We can all get stuck in our own inadequacies and roll around in it to the culmination of nothing. What good does that do? Isn’t life better when we are working to a goal? When we grow?
I hate being so negative about the story, it seems to me that it was a disservice to the author to include it in a Science Fiction and Fantasy anthology when it is nothing of the sort
I felt cheated of my time with this story.
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