Sarah Book

They kill or enslave everything in sight, whether they need it or not. they pray before they do anything. i'm pretty sure the matriarch of the family was never actually named, but merely called "the mother" or "my wife" any time she was relevant, which was not very often. near the end of the book, the family actually shoots a cachalot. they don't use it for anything, but instead axe the head open and take away buckets of spermaceti. a whole fucking sperm whale had to die just because they saw it, killed it, and as an afterthought figured they could use the head innards presumably for candle-making. fucking... book. it was overly moralizing and offensive in so many bits, yet i found myself bringing it up in conversation with people. frustrating, but i suppose quite memorable. i had the same problem with white fang and the call of the wild, actually. also, how lucky were they? at every regular meal, they were eating better than i am able to and knew every last thing about where they were stranded, except for exactly where they were. makes sense. speaking of where they were, where were they? i thought that maybe they were somewhere like new zealand when they started shooting penguins, but that didn't make sense and the closest i've come to figuring it out has been that they were probably in an archipelago off portugal, but i don't know. maybe they were in a different dimension where people talk about providence all the time and suck majorly. except for the gay one. he was all right.