When i read Black Shack Alley it honestly felt less like reading a novel and more like listening to someone quietly telling the reader about their childhood. What stayed with me most wasn’t a single dramatic event, but the steady, exhausting rhythm of everyday life, the work, the hunger, the discipline, the waiting. The novels […]
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Deep Rivers was oddly inspiring yet challenging. I say inspiring because I love the notion of Ernesto travelling across many towns with his father, the author takes you into his perspective of curiosity and willingness to learn and it makes me want to explore more of the world, even if its in the same country […]
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This time, I would recommend reading Nada when you are already feeling a lil… empty, it goes well with some mellow-ish tunes. This is not a comforting book and I do not think it is meant to be. Laforet does not guide you gently through Andrea’s life, she drops you into it and lets you […]
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After reading Agostino, what stayed with me most was how uncomfortable and strange it made me feel, not because anything especially shocking happens, but because Moravia captures that awkward and unsettled feeling of being in between stages of life so well. Also, I do not think the novel gives us a clear “lesson” about growing […]
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With the first chapter of the book we are at once conscious of the unspeakable absurdities of life, of a thumping rhythm of isolation carrying its beat across desolate roads, into unsolved conflicts, and through crowds of unknown faces, leading us towa…
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Something that hit me while reading The Shrouded Woman is its narrative perspective. Bombal chooses to tell Ana María’s story almost entirely from the moment after her death, as she lies in her coffin waiting to be buried. At first, this feels like a purely experimental or modernist choice an “impossible” point of view meant […]
I would recommend listening to some “ethereal” or “dreamy” music whilst reading Bombay’s “The Shrouded Women”, I listened to the OST soundtrack from “Vinland Saga” and felt immersed into the novel. The way Ana Maria creates her world is almost enchanting, her words are delicately placed and has intention of moving ones emotional state. The […]
When I read novels, I expect to be immersed, anxiously turning the page to know what happens next. Not even just pertaining to novels, but video games too. Otherwise I just drop it. I can’t quite do that to Marcel Proust’s “Combray”, and I never expected to feel that immersion with the book. I was […]
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When I read the starting section of combray, I felt as if I drifted out of consciousness. It was less about just reading and following a story. It was more about being immersed in the words of the narrator. From the beginning everything felt very unstable with the room blurring into another and time slipping […]
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Faces in the crowd by . I don’t even know yet.. I wouldn’t say it wasn’t an enjoyable novel but it was very hard to read, or to understand. It was fine during the first part, when the narrator was describing about her life in New York city, all the interesting characters and young […]
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