Ever do that thing where life has not been going well for your character and you have a feeling it's only gonna get worse so you're too anxious to pick it back up? That's where I'm at right now
When I needed a book to thoroughly distract me from this horrible week, Paul Tremblay had my back. I loved all the different mediums centered around this one tale of exorcism (TV show, blog, memoir), providing so many details and angles and only ending up with more questions. I could have done with a longer ending but then again, I always feel that way.
Reading this particular book during this particular election was not my best idea. It seemed more a story about how misogyny and a patriarchal society shaped one girl's life than a reimagination of the inner workings of the Mason cult. It wasn't what I expected and the ending felt flat but the cutting observations on society are absolute gold
"That was part of being a girl...The only thing you could do was smile from the corner they'd backed you into. Implicate yourself in the joke even if the joke was always on you."
Y'all, this book is depressing as hell
I'm a little embarrassed I waited this long to read a Nora Ephron book. I have most definitely been missing out. This made me laugh, cry, and stay awake til I finished the whole thing
One of my biggest literary pet peeves is unnatural dialogue and this book had stilted conversations for days. But I still loved it. It's weird and interesting and reminded me of a fairy tale. Plus I was insanely jealous of Barb's apartment (minus her awful doorman)
There was so much weight in this, sadness and longing and regret. I couldn't put it down
Don't judge by the cover, judge by that beautiful edge 😱
Moriarty always does a great job showing the utter joy and heartbreak found in life's small moments and this book is no exception. My one pet peeve is that the epilogue drops all subtlety and proceeds to carefully explain how Alice regaining her lost memories doesn't invalidate her choices or create a fake version of her; just a version who remembers life-shaping experiences. It's such a weird thing to explain. The book's still fantastic though
Is it just me or would this make a kickass literary tattoo?
Halfway through, I still didn't understand any of the characters. The main character is meant to be mysterious but I didn't get anyone. It was tiring to not know if someone was being reasonable or overreacting unless the narrator explicitly said so. Maybe my cross-cultural reading skills need work
If books are food, this series is a bag of Cheetos. Not the most nutritious but so tasty and you keep eating them til the horrifying realization that a) you ate the entire bag in one sitting and b) you want another bag right this second
The real tragedy: I almost didn't see this
"It was lonely being the only one who knew how I was feeling, to not be stored in the mind of someone else who could remind you who you were"
Started this book yesterday morning on the train and couldn't sleep til I finished it last night. It's a beautifully told story made of different snapshots into so many interwoven lives over time. I loved it.
There is nothing more lonely than an action taken quietly on your own, and nothing more comforting than doing that same quiet action in parallel with fellow humans doing the same action, everyone alone next to each other.
"The rights of man" was one of the great phrases of the French Revolution, but it's always been questionable whether it included the rights of women.
Whenever I read Tartt on my Kindle, I'm constantly checking to see how much of the story I have left. There's so much nail-biting mystery that I'm sure it'll all come crashing down in the next few pages. She keeps that suspense up the whole book