![]() ![]() I guess if I was describing the plot of THE WALL OF WINNIPEG AND ME, I'd say it's one part Devil Wears Prada, one part The Proposal, and one part Muriel's Wedding. Sal, with her iron backbone, was of no endless source of amusement to me, whereas Vanessa felt much more timid and doormatty. I also did not like Vanessa as much as I liked Sal. I felt like Aiden was much less endearing than Kulti, maybe because Kulti's gruffness made sense, whereas Aiden just kind of looked like a jerk. THE WALL OF WINNIPEG AND ME falls squarely between those two extremes. Calling it a "piece of sh*t" would be generous, because at least sh*t can be used as fertilizer, but this garbage was utterly toxic and I loathed it. Take KULTI, which is an amazing book and movie-worthy in terms of pacing and plot, and then take LINGUS, which deserves to be blasted into the sun because I think it's unspeakably awful. ![]() It's fascinating to me how her style can remain consistent and yet the quality of how she applies it can vary so much. ![]() So at this point, I think I'm well on the way to becoming an unofficial Mariana Zapata expert, having read 5 of her books. ![]()
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