on pg60, very soothing to read so far / my 1st Murakami novel that I read beyond 30 pages for!
on pg60, very soothing to read so far / my 1st Murakami novel that I read beyond 30 pages for!
recently picked this up after searching for it for some time! although I should probably finish some other TBR books first hehe!
This is gorgeous, feeling so much mystique while reading this!
This is gorgeous, feeling so much mystique while reading this!
on the third chapter, and although it has some strange scenes of POC fetishizing (ugh), I'm really enjoying how cute and philosophical this book is
I remember stories about nuns and candles and throwing babies into the basement furnace.
"I remember 'Mommy, Mommy, I don't like my little brother.' 'Shut up, Mary Anne, and eat what I tell you to!'" (61)
holy fuck
I really don't know what to make of this man who almost objectively, unashamedly displays his vices as verse / I'm appalled but I can't stop reading
my friend and I did a book exchange where they sent me a biography of Karl and Jenny Marx, and I sent them a copy of Cosmos by Carl Sagan!!!
an intoxicating, wholly immersive experience with just enough detached irony to not make you feel guilty for reading
guava is such a nice accompaniment to reading about repressed sexuality in the context of family dynamics
guava is such a nice accompaniment to reading about repressed sexuality in the context of family dynamics
extremely impressed with the level of insight so far / on pg 60, so much deadpan, poetic commentary
amazing. repetitive at times but amazing as a whole. some uncomfortable moments experienced, especially if you are a gay POC but otherwise, simply phenomenal. would love to read this writer's narrative essays.
this book was a warm cup of tea on a rainy day.
"Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul."
have been using my boyfriend's tea packets as bookmarks / works astonishingly well
the writing is headily gorgeous already !!!
horrible fiction / amazing call-out of despicably pretentious men who exploit women
"She realized he was struggling to find his own image of her for his own exclusive possession."
She's a good writer. It's just that her stories are so under-developed, and her voice is too narrative and singular to flesh out into creating actual short stories.
morbid. read through with a growing sense of bile fascination. the blood almost becomes a character in its own right due to its frequent cameos.
this book made me so angry in how detached and insensitive it was to the lives of actual people for the sake of its philosophy
Nelson needs to back off tbh / I kept switching back & forth between being both impressed with her talent and disgusted at her tendency to overstep on a lot of issues concerning oppressed groups. she brings up important questions about gender + race a lot of the times, but they were not hers to ask.