One boring day at work we were randomly discussing books - I think on the back of a Fifty Shades debate - when I mentioned that I liked controversial/disturbing novels. That's when my colleagues recommended two books for me: The End of Alice and Wetlands. I have now read both and will do a review of The End of Alice at a later date. For now....Wetlands.
I wasn't sure what to expect from Wetlands but I certainly did not think it would be anything like it was. It was pure filth and not in a sexy way. Helen, our protagonist, is bedridden in hospital following an operation on her anus. Whilst bed-bound she has plenty of time to muse the inner workings of her body as well as the reunion of her estranged parents.
Do I have anything in common with Helen? Weeeellll not much really. I suppose I also have an unashamed way of speaking about certain topics - sex, periods, poo - but this was a bit much even for me. The ass chat was fine, the sex was actually quite tame, but the home-made tampons left around for people to pick up, the avocado births, and the pus eating left me feeling a little bit sick.
The book read quickly because it was well written and despite feeling completely grossed out by the main lady you kind of want to know what's going to happen to her and her ass. I liked that Roche tackled topics I haven't really come across in literature before but I don't think I will be recommending this to many of my girl friends.