When She Was Electric: A Novel
Everything in this book was pale, luminous, silvery, intricate, delicate. The characters were fluid, pale, fragile and were constantly slipping beneath bodies of water. The writing is so self-consciously ethereal that it came off as affected. Plus, the author really overused simile and lots of times the comparison just didn't work. The story didn't live and I was unmoved. If the author would stop writing what she thinks a book is and write something authentic, she might end up being a fine writer.
