I am absolutely going to read where are your boys tonight? But I’m so bothered by the fact that they have a fall out boy lyric reference and my chemical romance on the cover. Kinda drives me nuts
Currently reading Drowning by T. J. Newman. A really fun thriller so far. The Martian meets Apollo 13 but underwater.
I much prefer Saunders' short stories, Lincoln in the Bardo felt really aimless and scattered IMO. Tenth of December rules though.
Also reading a Raymond Carver collection which is hit and miss. I really like some but find he obfuscates a bit too much of his endings which leave me cold. Some are brilliant, though
Tenth of December is definitely on my list now. I can definitely see that criticism of Lincoln, but the collage-like assembly really worked for me.
That’s exactly how I feel, tho I read Bataille not too long ago so this is actually less unhinged than that. I find it really fascinating though, she really explores every facet of human sexuality without judgment or motive—each story is like a character study told through the lens of sex / fetish.
In the middle of the Two Towers right now. Love that Tolkien structured it to where everything involving Aragorn, Gandalf, Merry, Pippin, etc is in the first half. Everything with Sam, Frodo, Gollum, etc. is in the second half.
I picked up Crying in H Mart on a whim at my school. I really gelled with it for the first few chapters, and it even made me get into Japanese Breakfast in earnest (and back into Little Big League! Didn't know they had a second album). Despite that, I'm almost halfway through and it is quickly losing steam for me. Good book, beautifully told, but I feel like I kinda already get what she's going for?
I really want to read The Hobbit plus LOTR but I always have issues being consistent with multiple books in a story. My moods change, and I move onto other things temporarily and sometimes I forget to go back.
It’s probably the only thing you need to read from him. Nothing of his has come even close to impressing me like that collection.
Been reading this book for over a year now, quite possibly one of the best works of literature I own. Sens-Plastique. A book of the strangest, most unpredictable, mind-expanding aphorisms. It’s best to take it slowly, like poetry, a page at a time. I don’t want to ever finish it.