It almost felt like I was reading two stories in one within this book, one of them being about Macabea’s life and the other about the narrator’s constant anxiety about writing this.
I felt that the narration of this text was very closely tied to Natalia’s inner thoughts.
I thought this would be a story that wasn’t unheard of before, a gifted child escaping poverty through education.
Boys, be honest, did all of u have the same pervy little crushes on your mommies too?
One would assume that a story narrated from the literal grave would lack a sense of momentum and engagement that feels somewhat understimulating to any average reader.
I think everyone took a long drawn sigh of relief reading this after Proust.
Why does nothing happen in Combray and why that matters
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