It actually feels kind of unreal that this is the last post because I swear I was just complaining about having to read a book a week and now I’m lowkey sad it’s over. Like why did this class trick me into becoming someone who enjoys reading consistently. I didn’t expect that at all. What […]
Okay this book is actually insane in the quietest, most emotionally devastating way possible, and I genuinely was not prepared for how heavy it would feel. “The Impatient” follows three women whose lives are shaped by forced marriage and polygamy, and what makes it hit so hard is how normal everything feels to the people […]
Okay wait let me be so real, my first reaction reading this was just like why does this already feel so intense for no reason? I went into it thinking it would be more of a nostalgic friendship story, but instead it starts with Lila disappearing and Lenù reacting in such a detached, almost irritated […]
I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever read a book that made me feel this disoriented but also weirdly impressed at the same time. Like I started this thinking it would be a normal story and then suddenly I’m being narrated to by a gecko and no one is acting like that’s unusual. I had to […]
When I started reading Money to Burn by Ricardo Piglia, I immediately felt like I had been dropped into the middle of a crime movie without any warning. There is no slow introduction, instead we are suddenly following criminals who are already deep into planning a robbery. Within the first few pages I was like […]
Reading “The Trenchcoat” honestly felt like sitting through one of those long adult dinner parties where everyone is drinking wine and talking about politics while you slowly lose track of what the conversation is even about. For most of the story, the characters are just sitting around talking, gossiping, and making slightly awkward jokes. At […]
There are books that tell a story, and then there are books that look you in the eye, point at you, and say: you. Calvino’s If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler is the second kind. From literally the first sentence, you’re being instructed: “You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino’s new novel… Relax. […]
I genuinely thought The Time of the Doves was going to be a soft, romantic, Barcelona-in-the-sun type of novel. Instead, I got a man who renames a woman within five minutes of meeting her. Natalia goes to a festival. She’s tired. Her waistband is digging into her stomach. She’s thinking about literally anything except destiny. […]
Some books gently invite you into their world. Deep Rivers absolutely does not. It grabs you by the shoulders, points at a wall, and says: “This stone is alive. Deal with it.” And honestly? I kind of loved that. José María Arguedas’s Deep Rivers is a novel where nothing stays quiet. Rivers bleed, stones move, […]
Reading Nada felt less like reading a novel and more like being dropped into someone else’s extremely tense family group chat, except it’s set in postwar Barcelona and everyone is emotionally unwell in a deeply artistic way. What got me wasn’t the plot (which I’ll spare you), but the feeling of the book: that constant […]
