The Good, The Bad, And The Unhinged: 5 Books For Those Who Love Messy Female Characters
Sarah Jessica Parker recently talked about how audiences are more critical of female characters making bad decisions and honestly, she's right. Whether it be in real life, on screen, or even in books, women just aren't always given the same space to be messy, self-destructive, or morally grey without being completely written off by fans.
So if you, like me, love your main characters flawed, complicated, and a little (okay, a lot) unhinged, here are 5 books that deliver just that.
1. Luster by Raven Leilani
2. Post Traumatic by Chantal V. Johnson
3. The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw
4. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
5. Circe by Madeline Miller
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