Cleopatra and Frankenstein is an astounding and painfully relatable debut novel about the spontaneous decisions that shape our entire lives and those imperfect relationships born of unexpectedly perfect evenings. But their impulsive marriage irreversibly changes both their lives, and the lives of those close to them, in ways they never could've predicted. To access your ebook(s) after purchasing, you can download the free Glose app or read instantly on your browser by logging into Glose. I, like every vaguely creative young person, have multiple diagnoses, but my brain chemistry failures never include installing art with my self harmed body at the center for my loved ones to find, I will tell you that.

The lives of all of these people, their feelings and the events they attend feel stale, like déjà-vus. I have nothing kind to say because for me to have a discussion about this book Mellors would have had to do something as an author worth discussing. Cleopatra and Frankenstein, the luminous debut novel from Coco Mellors, is a book about many things: It's a great, swooning love story; a shattering depiction of how addiction and mental illness warp our lives; and a perceptive, witty portrait of globalized New York.

so i am absolutely baffled by the hype the book is receiving and the continuous comprison of the authors. Any attempt at meaningful discussions on the books themes felt superficial to me, and distracted by an insufferable need to assert the tragic but beautiful shine of Cleo. the first pages suck you in with it’s witty and perfectly romantic start… but then… oh jesus… it does crumble hard. Frank, though he is a workaholic alcoholic with a younger wife and thereby also a cliché, somehow pulls off the grand accomplishment of being consistently intriguing to read about, as does his very annoying sister Zoë and her rarely present friend Audrey. Whereas the older generation are in a state of success but also unhappiness and discontent with the decisions they’ve made – Franco turns to alcohol and Santiago is enamoured by his weight loss journey and how he appears to others.

it touched on a lot of things that it failed to explore them in a more meaningful way, so that the important topics became a quirky backdrop for the characters instead. the story dragged painfully and tried so hard to be 'not like other girls' that it became like every other girl, which really isn't bad (bc i, too, am just like other girls) except that it's false advertising. But none of them really matter very much, somewhat because all of them are supposed to be complicated and hard to like, but mostly because the greatest character of my reading life is in these pages. and i know that if i were to read cleopatra and frankenstein, i'd be left hungry and longing for a more substantial meal.Both clever marketing and a window into the central position of art and mental health in Mellors’ novel. Whether that’s my want to like the female protagonist which has been engrained in me since I was young, or just the nature of the novel, is yet to be decided.