After breaking up with her boyfriend in a failed bid for more attention and then going on an Ambien-induced doughnut binge, Lucy agrees she needs to time to work on herself (and her PhD thesis that has been unfinished for years). Heading to Venice Beach to spend a summer in her half-sister’s beach side glass-walled house, she spends her days attending group therapy for love addicts and caring for her sister’s baby; a diabetic dog named Dom. But Lucy’s therapy takes a step back when she becomes involved with a mysterious swimmer she meets out on the rocks on night.
Feelings were a luxury of the young, or someone much stronger than me – someone more at ease with being human.
Every time I planned to read this, something came up and it got pushed further down my TBR, so I was really looking forward to getting stuck in once I finally picked it up. The premise was so intriguing and, being a fan of Broder’s so sad today, I was excited to see how her writing translated to narrative fiction. Unfortunately, The Pisces was somewhat of a miss for me. I liked Broder’s writing style but I found Lucy to be one of the most unlikable characters I’ve ever read. I don’t need to like every protagonist but she frustrated me no end, and spending time in her consciousness was a chore that made the book feel very laborious. She’s self-centred, destructive, callous and abusive. Luckily, the story was pretty fast-paced so I managed to get through it quite quickly. It definitely held my attention, but I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it. Originally I thought to give this three stars but on reflection, I cringe every time I think about this book so I’ve settled on a two star rating.
Rating: 2 / 5 stars