Have I read this before: No.

Review: Well, I mean. It’s a book.

This is Goodreads’ description:

The Optimist’s Daughter is the story of Laurel McKelva Hand, a young woman who has left the South and returns, years later, to New Orleans, where her father is dying. After his death, she and her silly young stepmother go back still farther, to the small Mississippi town where she grew up. Alone in the old house, Laurel finally comes to an understanding of the past, herself, and her parents.

I’ve fixed it:

The Optimist’s Daughter is the story of Laurel McKelva Hand, a young woman who has left the South and returns, years later, to New Orleans, where her father is dying. After his death, the book is no longer worth reading, as you’re now stuck with the pushiest, whiniest, most self-centered and ANNOYINGLY STEREOTYPICAL character in literary history and you won’t even get the satisfaction of anyone confronting her because Laurel is too timid and also too ANNOYINGLY STEREOTYPICAL to say anything. By the end of this book you’ll want to heave your Kindle into the stratosphere out of anger and frustration.

I’m not even kidding, yo, I could BARELY get through this book because I wanted to punch every single freaking character in the teeth. The only tolerable one was the dad and he got lucky and FUCKING DIED instead of having to deal with Laurel and the stepmom.

Favorite Part: The end. Because then the book was over and I could read something better.

Rating: 2/10

Edit: this thing won the Pulitzer Prize in 1973? Were there no other books written during that time period?