Laura
i would like to watch richard papen and theo decker fight to the death to see who is deeper in the closet
if i took a shot for every stereotype and cliché shit that happens i'd be dead in the first 2 chapters why did i choose to finish this instead
boring white guy gets superhuman abilities and doesn't make a single smart or logical decision throughout the whole book but somehow the women are the villains in this? fuck off
as subtle as a brick through a window. an excessively rigid tale adorned with pop culture references and where the line between the author's individual perspective and the narrative voice is almost indistinguishable. while it does succeed in stirring up discussions, it falls short in delving into a more nuanced storyline. despite all this, i did appreciate how the third act veered into more of a gothic horror type of thing, which made the subsequent ending all the more disappointing to me.
“They were small, careful birds, chirping in a language only they knew. A language of pain and memory.”
an outstandingly beautiful and heartbreaking book from start to finish. this one will stay with me for a while
if oliver aiku told me to jump off a cliff... there would be no hesitation. i would literally just do it.
guys, this is really hard to say, but i really need to get it off my chest.
after seeing oliver aiku i have decided to become a meninist. i believe that men are the superior human beings. i am just a housewife that lives to serve men. i want to stay at home to do his dishes and clean his house. this is who i am now. i hope you can accept me.
i admire sally rooney's ability to write the most insufferable characters known to mankind
no offense but whoever described this book as “ferris bueller's day off with murder” should try reading some actual good murder mysteries and THINK before getting my hopes up like that
