I finished reading The Testaments and holy shit Iβm kinda reeling like. Oh my god.
The way the book does not hide or stray away from the fact that the situation is Horrible and Terrible and Disgusting and Cruel and Dystopian and Cultish. But still manages to keep you grounded that there is hope, despite everything, there is hope.
The part where Aunt Lydia breaks the fourth wall to talk to the readers, especially where she says sheβs imaging the reader as a young woman, bright and ambitious, with chipped nail polish and a frown and determined to carve a niche in the academia she is inβ¦ yeah it struck me so hard. Almost cried. The overlying theme of hope, there is so much freaking hope, I loved it, I loved this.
Margaret Atwood did this work so much justice I canβt even put it in words.