I now know that it is possible to  love a book and be completely irritated by it in equal measure. This will most likely be the most negative review of a book that I am giving 5 stars. Infinite Home is a beautiful word salad tossed with mixed results. I audibly groaned through the first two chapters. Alcott knows her way around the English language, but  she wields it like a butcher knife that has become dusty with disuse after the household converted to veganism. SERIOUSLY.  […]