Espy
“Now these things have been taken from me, but not naturally. I don't know, and now I never will, but I imagine that the natural way is gradual, that you're given time, that you're old enough to accept it, even with relief. What happened to me was sudden and artificial and it was done by people–oh, and by me, of course; I did quite surely to myself what I would never have done to anyone else. But that cruel truth people tell when they're meant to be comforting someone...‘You have only yourself to blame!' It's far worse of course than being able to blame someone else. ‘Only yourself' is terrible...What are the good of such judgements, once something has been done?”
Now, I may not know what I want, or how I want it. I may not love myself enough to save myself. But that burden is mine to carry, and no one else's. The burden (which may not be a burden at all) of me is for me only. Mine. It is not the job of others to take care of me. Do not take that away from me. Do no take me away from myself. A story of a woman falling away, and in turn, apart. I don't know what else to say. Wow, such a profound book. I will be thinking about this for the next few days.
I need to think on this one
I definitely think my judgement of this novella was (heavily) influenced by surrounding books of the similar “dark academia” / “college-campus novel” themes. I'm particularly thinking of The Secret History (maybe THE campus novel), My Dark Vanessa, Sweet Days of Discipline, etc. etc. I like how this story was contained/ controlled, yet (upon re-reading the first chapter) there is something lurking deeper than what our unreliable narrator is giving us. I love the whole Dionysus and Maenads dynamic going on here. The writing was also very unusual, in a powerfully hypnotic way.
Okay, that's all
leigh bardugo is wicked. i love it.
in other news, i liked this book so much i couldnt wait a year for the paperback. yes, this means i got a HARDBACK
4.5
This book took me a while to read—not because it is hard; but it is slow. Instead, I wasn't in the right headspace when I started it, then I had school, and I just never picked up the book due to being busy. I had forgotten a few characters, details, etc, but when picking up the book again...I was sucked back in. The Little Friend is my favorite Tartt novel, it exceeds The Secret Histoy and The Goldfinch tremendously.
I did not try understanding the book (as I learned to do earlier with Clarice) and the journey I went through in reading this was hypnotic as it was interesting. Idk I didn't think I could ever feel that much for a cockroach. My brain hurts. Those are my thoughts for now
Ah, yes. Cinema, sex, and protests: the ultimate backdrop for social commentary (thank you French people). No but actually this was really good. I only read this so I could watch the movie (call me a rat, as they do) but I didn't mind the sort of script play-by-play writing. There were some beautiful lines here and everything was very thought-provoking (which I love). We have three very interesting characters here, and I really liked the sort of “Les Miserables”-esque ending we got for one of them. I think the ending really parallels the harsh reality of privilege and what it means to actually have it. Really good!
1.5
The writing here is so spectacular that this book kind of feels like a car crash I can't look away from. I don't know. The second half of the novel is so much better than the first. We spent way too much time with the MC. A lot of the racism, misogyny, transphobia—actually, maybe all the -ias and-isms were present here and (surprise, surprise) I do not like it! I mean I guess I can understand the (“) creative decision (“) for such characteristics, and this is for sure a story where the author does not necessarily want his MC to be likeable, but I don't care for those stories. What's the point? To shock me? Well, I'm not shocked, just bored. This feels like such an “edgy” story written by a straight man, except it's not. We should've focused on the Emerson Club, that was the most interesting part of this story tbh. Such a disappointment. Cool cover though.
Oh this was so good. I've read shitty memoirs before and this is nothing like that. I laughed and cried—gasped. I got emotional reading the vulnerability Wu conveyed in regard to her own emotions, it really inspired me to “make a scene.” Reallyyyy enjoyed
I will say, there was a bit of repetitiveness that was unneeded but I didn't mind, just noticed.
Idk if it was the translations fault or if it was simply bad writing but this shir was ass
I want to preface my review by saying I think some of the best stories ever are love stories. I love my friends, I love love songs, I love watching love, I love reading about love, I love being in love, I love love. I'm not opposed to romance, contrary to popular belief, I really do love reading romance books. Though, I will say those are more literary than the more popular commercial romance. Moving on, I went into this book with no expectations except good writing (subjective), good plot (objective; basing it off of the rules of this novel's world), and good characters (objective; again, basing it off of the pre-set rules). I set aside my prejudice with most commercial romance books (same plot, different characters, cheesy dialogue, no stakes [or stakes that aren't stakes at all]) and went into this with an open heart too. I practically read this book in the most safest, padded room in my mind...and I still left this book thinking “it was okay”. In all honesty, I did tear up quite a bit, but I think less because of the book, and more because I was reminded of certain things. I think this is where this book is great: in the unconventional, when the writing is not trying to convey so much through obnoxious imagery or metaphors (“I drain my soda like it's my last shot of moonshine before an 1800s doctor pries a bullet from my arm, and then lean forward exaggeratedly again to return my glass to the table” as opposed to the better,”I refuse to cry. Not over something that happened five months ago. Not over someone who's already told me he doesn't want me.” because this says so much more). I also liked the unconventionality of being near someone who hurt you so bad when you still love them; that to me is so interesting; the complicated feelings—there's so much you could do here, but Henry, it seems, does nothing with it except use this situation to fill the typical commercial-romance quota (there's only one bed and they have to share? check. Making each other jealous? check. miscommunication plot that can easily be resolved through one simple conversation, but isn't because they think they hate each other despite grinding on each other to also check off the enemies to over trope? check. steamy sex scenes, but not really, but almost, then YES A SEX SCENE (more on this l8er). check. [I was about to applaud the fact there was no third act final breakup/ fight from the main couple, but then I realized Henry also checked that box off, but with the friend group instead of Harriet and Wyn. ALSO, romantic change your mind at the airport and run back to your lover scene? CHECKKKKKK]). From other reviews, it seems like Henry is taking a risk here (someone complained about this one being too angsty, that Henry should stick to happy stories [huhhhh???]), and I applaud her for that, but I have to disagree and argue that Henry is still playing it safe. Despite the attempt at depth, I argue there is little to none in these characters. I think this is partially due to the fact that the novel states this group of people have been friends for 10 years, and Harriet and Wyn have been together for 8, and yet I left this book not knowing much about anybody except the type-cast Henry has placed them in. Also, do people really talk like this in real-life? I understand, and don't mind the contemporary setting, but every page (literally) had some sort of reference, every page! I understand a book's need to be in conversation with its contemporary setting, but this felt more like name-dropping as a way to create relatability between characters x readers, and even characters x characters. Why is all these friend's dialogue just pun-dropping? Why are we so scared of boring dialogue? I learn nothing about these characters until they have that emotional release, which you could argue is the point, but I counter: seriously, it took these friends ten years to realize they don't know each other as much as they think they do (despite the book's constant back and forth between this idea). Back to the sex stuff. I'm not opposed to it, but damn where Henry put this scenes cheapened the story so much. Any time Harriet and Wyn began to have a deep conversation, it was immediately undercut with a steamy scene that, I feel, undermines their whole relationship. How am I supposed to believe these two characters have such care for each other, when any deep conversation is turned into the next smut scene for readers to fawn over. How am I supposed to believe in them? I think this is partially due to if they did have a deep convo, everything would be resolved, so Henry had to stop them before getting to that point so they could continue their cycle of misinterpretation and miscommunication for the plot. Idk man, I was really hoping for something great, and I just feel like I'll forget about this in a month. I think this story could've been so good if the reason for the breakup was not hidden information, and this book was more of an exploration of two people finding their way back to each other without the thin and stupid veil of enemies to lovers. There just could've been so much more depth. final rating: ( a shallow) 3 (this might change later, idk we'll see).
Hmm I feel lukewarm about this...
I don't want to say we didn't need the men because they obviously played an integral role in these girls lives (both to Karina more) but I just don't think we needed their separate povs??? Idk, definitely too much of them though
