Not Too Good Night (Good Night, Irene: by Luis Alberto Urrea)

Most of this novel is filled with inane repetitive dialogue that does nothing to move the story forward, designed solely to show that his mother and others played an important role in World War II. And, by the way, they all had their menstrual cycles at the same time. He writes about women from the viewpoint of a man writing about women. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to make possibly true events sound phony. Parts were well written, exciting scenes that were intriguing, but eventually felt like the author was describing them based on watching WWII movies.

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