pickI wasn't sure that this book would be my thing, but I found it hilarious and poignant and cringe-inducing. The ending is ho-hum, but overall I found it to be a pleasant audiobook accompaniment to household chores. I alternated this one with Black Leopard, Red Wolf, which was a strange juxtaposition, and The Odyssey, which was apt.
Manga + Mini Wheats for breakfast.
I‘m not sure how I feel about this opening volume. It wasn‘t BAD, but it also relies on a lot of age-related marriage stuff that I feel we should‘ve moved past by now. Maybe it‘s another of those Japanese vs Canadian mores things.
Also, I‘m perplexed by Higashimura‘s insistence, here and in PRINCESS JELLYFISH, that 30 is middle aged. Is this also a Japanese thing? To me, 45-50 is middle aged.
pickHard to rate: it's a love-hate relationship. It's like a pretentious piece of crap that worms its way to your heart; you wonder how it glides through the sappy parts, but it does. I like the losses, from the lover to the luggage, & I feel I'm gonna be thinking about the journeys though right now they feel lacking. Ironically I also had the same feeling with Less when he read Proust: I too felt cheated by the abruptness of the ending.
“Talking is the most dangerous form of intercourse.”
#hanifkureishi #thelastword #morethanfriends
Littens! I have been out of pocket due to midterms followed by a whirlwind 48 hour trip to NYC with my older daughter. My first time to NYC, so of course I had to visit The Strand! Purchases = the script for Betrayal, the play we saw on our trip, for Katie and a Strand tote for me.
so-soI recently learned that author Christina Lauren is actually a writing duo, rather than a single person. As far as rom coms go I have really enjoyed most of their stand alone titles, but this one just fell short for me.
pickI have to admit that it was worth reading this book to read the bit where EH wrote that he used to leave his son Bumby alone in a crib when he was a baby, with only the cat to babysit him. He wrote that this was how it was done in Paris at the time, and I admit that I howled with laughter. Poor Bumby. 😂
