Alejandra
No plot just vibes (of toxicity in relationships and observation on the misogyny and racism in society).
The protagonist reminded me of the Yellowface protagonist if she were focused in a toxic relationship.
Really great.
Like when you wake up from a beautiful and weird dream and you only remember splashes of paint, impressions, sensations.
I loved the themes but the execution is boring and mediocre. The characters are ill written and I couldn't bond with any of them. You know how it all will end since the beginning and the narrative is just shallow and unimaginative. It's not bad but it's not good either.
She's an ICON, she's a LEGEND and she IS the moment.
Janina is funny, fearless and unique, and she refuses to be diminished or dismissed by those around her, challenging societal norms, misogyny, speciesism, ageism, and advocating for the voiceless. Her unwavering position against animal cruelty and the marginalization of those who are considered invisible/worthless highlight themes of empathy and justice. Janina's character teaches us that life's beauty lies in its simplicity, its slow pace, its depth and complexity. This novel asks us to think deeper, slowly and honor and protect what truly matters.
This novel smells and tastes the same as Gloria Fuerte's poetry, they both explore the softness that true strength requires and how beauty is scattered around us, floating, shimmering, pulsing, like stars in a dark sky.
I really didn't want to leave this polish village.
460 pages of a petty and toxic couple arguing about their codependency. 50% in I was screaming please stop it kill someone already and shut up.
You know when you look at a paper cut and you wonder how something so white so soft so innocent as paper can be so fucking painful? That's what she does with language.
Spellbinding tale of womanhood and agency and the complexities of finding herself. One of the most beautiful writing styles I've ever read. I cry when I finish it because I felt heartbroken to part ways with Circe.
It was a painful experience to get through it and I'm going to puke if I have to endure a single sentence from Ignatius' mouth so I hope you are happy, John Kennedy Toole.
Cheesy ending, women are only portrayed as sexual/virgin types, kind of misogynistic. The ending is kind of rushed and unrealistic which throws you off the story. I don't know, I was expecting much more taking into account the hype this book got.
This book is the most beautiful form of violence you will ever endure. It's a beautifully devastating story about loss, identity, and the wounds history refuses to close. It unravels how trauma breaks and reshapes a person, how memory clings like a ghost, both unbearable and impossible to release, and how forgetting can feel like the deepest betrayal. This isn't just a book about a massacre, it's about the fragile, stubborn resilience of being human in the face of unbearable cruelty.
I am not sure I like it but I'm obsessed with it I can't not stop thinking about it. I wish it had more of a Saltburn edge though.
This is how shattering a mirror and getting cut by the pieces must feel like. How violent the rejection of violence can feel.
A darkly humorous exploration of how personal trauma and societal norms can entrap individuals, leading to a distorted sense of self and morality. Eileen's life is a cocktail of internalized oppression, self loathing, societal expectations, the quest for liberation (or maybe just peace with oneself?) shaken not stirred. I like how physicality is entangled with emotional turmoil and they both keep feeding out of each other.
I don't know, I just love a disgusting and unreliable narrator and I'm in my self loathing mentally ill era so it was good but this meeting could have been a novella.
Go touch grass for the love of god stop working and posting shit for people you don't even really know.
Honestly I'm glad this is over so I can stop eating rice with butter and soy sauce while silently defying social expectations.
