this book was disgusting.

i was so ranked out, i basically gave up after the first ten pages..

BUT, that in itself disgusted me, i’ll say i’m a non judgmental peson, but here i was safe in my happy little distance from this sort of life thinking, oh you fucked up whore.

i guess sexual deviants will always hold a morbid fascination with mainstream society. reading brass was like watching a train wreck. You’re going no, no, no!; but you can’t look away. it’s shocking and disturbing and nasty and graphic and perfectly written and totally engrossing.

i guess, in all my ramblings, what i’m trying to do here is justify my liking this book.
on top of that, justify liking and relating to the millie character, to the point where i was disappointed in her when she did something “bad”. nay, at times, i was semi-consciously jealous of her complete & utter freedom and her i-don’t-owe-the-world-nothing attitude.

if there’s a line of moral decency, and the vangaurd like to push to its limits, well helen walsh just ripped it down and ran over it. five times. for good measure.

its not how its written but whats written that make it a hard book. if a writer can make me react as much as i’ve reacted, i guess she’s doing something right.

get it. read it. i loved it. but have a really open mind:)