Alexander
Pretty illustrations but the lesson of “buy used, buy consciously” is pretty exhausted at this point
Maybe the most accessible book of poetry I've ever read and about a quarter of it was in a language I don't understand.
I'm not sure what I'm more impressed by: the ego it takes to think you're the one who should tell this story or the talent Kuang has to (for the most part) actually pull it off.
Clunky beginning and wonky ending aside, the bulk of this novel really convinced me this was gonna be an all-time great slow-burn romance.
The easiest to read book I've probably ever come across, but the kind of story you might hear from a coworker or friend and be interested by, though probably not for the length of an entire book. A lot of the revelations the author makes at the end of the book are great, but I wish they were sprinkled more throughout.
How wonderful that my 100th book of the year was a poetry collection that actually resonated with me. Miracles happen every day
technically fantastic and personally phenomenal. every character felt so thought out and honest. the pacing was wonderful. every time i thought the book might finally be coming to a lull, the chapter would prove itself crucial. and the setting, the crux that could've destroyed everything if it was handled apathetically, was incredibly respectful and real. it's a wonder to read something great and to feel great while reading it.
It's like Frida was actively looking for ways to avoid receiving any kind of empathy from the reader.
this book is a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with a dash of cinnamon. it's kinda bland, but features a few pops of uncommon subject matter that keep it just interesting enough to keep reading. it also straddles a line that'll make it very cute and charming to some and very cringe and corny to others. i didn't hate reading this, but i can't imagine i'll ever return to it.
The promise of the premise (and its kind of predictable elaboration in this volume) only barely kept this pretty basic set of chapters interesting.
First half of the book is rivetingly speculative, but second half makes an insane shift that's honestly a little too silly and goofy.
When you're such an unreliable narrator that you find yourself conspiring theories about your own life.
Still super cute but very much just setting up the final volume and everything went a little too perfectly
Rereading this was like seeing the director's cut of a movie that I already adore (which I have and I do)