Hag-Seed | Margaret Atwood


This novel is written a bit like a play itself, a stylistic choice that lends to sparse prose and descriptions that read more like dictations of stage directions. Again, much like the original play, every sentence feels like it only exists for the sake of ushering the plot along. 

Meanwhile, the plot itself is often difficult to buy into, largely hindered by "young-people" slang-y dialogues and "young-people" Shakespeare rap lyrics made inevitably awkward by the fact that they were very obviously written by a not-young person.