It took me a while to read this. I finished it when I visited home to see my grandma before she passed away. The timing is appropriate, I suppose.
The amount I talk about and recommend this book now is very annoying. You've been warned.
I need to read more David Sedaris! I listened to the audiobook and it was funny and necessary.
I discovered a love of prose poetry and this kicked off a phase of learning Joni Mitchell on the piano (including Blue, of course).
I'll be honest, I started the TV show and then couldn't wait for more episodes so I read the book in 2 days.
I really liked Tolentino's essays, but I almost already agreed with them so much that I found reading this kind of boring?
I'd recommend this to anyone considering therapy but feeling apprehensive about it.
I started this a few years ago and I finally picked it back up and finished it. I think I didn't get Moshfegh's writing at first, but after I read My Year Of Rest And Relaxation I understood her work better. It's brutally honest and darkly funny (...like many books on here)
Carmen Maria Machado is my favorite author right now and I was so excited to read this memoir. She puts words to the felt but unspoken like no other. She brings to light how unproductive archetypes of traumatic experiences can be, and how the subtleties of the less extreme ones can fall through the cracks.
This crystalized so many things I've been feeling and thinking lately. What I actually have to say about this book needs much more than a little blurb here. This presents a reframing on our lives today that we'd all benefit from reflecting on. It also inspired me to start learning the trees around San Francisco, particularly at the park I mostly read this book in.
This was a really sweet, easy read.
This is a story about the apocalypse, but it is much more a story about our routines and how they form us.
This made me appreciate good government even more than I already do. It was also horrifying for that same reason.
I actually really hated that I was reading this while on a beautiful hike, but it was my only book on my kindle, and it was an incredibly juicy read.
This is one of many form-bending absurdist short story collections I've read lately and I'm happy to be continuing the phase.
Sometimes all you can do is bare witness.
This is the funniest book I've read in such a long time. I thought it was actually really loving towards men and it was a good reminder that dating is supposed to be fun. I loved her point about how easy it is for women to fall into supporting a partner, and how important it is to forge your own path and focus on your own art.
This book is about a woman who basically takes a butt load of drugs and fucks off for a year. It's from her point of view, so as you can imagine, this was incredibly depressing, and made me feel kind of insane. But I must have liked it because I plowed through it in one day, and it was actually weirdly funny.
Still reading this one, but already loving how poetic science can be. In a weird way, it talks about some of the same themes that Her Body And Other Parties does.
I love this one so much I've been rereading it. I'm forced me to grapple with the absurdity of what it feels like to move through the world as myself, and it resonates in a way that can only be felt. The way form and structure are twisted delights me over and over again. It makes me feel like I'm losing my mind in the best way. We live in an illogical world and trying to make sense of it is what makes us crazy.
I feel like Dana is my friend and I got to hear her funny, honest, deeply personal story.
I haven't fallen into a story so quick in a while: electrifying, enrapturing, thought-provoking, heavy-handed revenge porn.
I listen to the podcast so it was an easy, funny, approximation of that.
This story makes my whole chest hurt.
I like this book so much that I have trouble getting through it. Every sentence feels like a whole universe that I want to soak up and live in. I think a lot about how the stories we tell shape our lives and Rebecca Solnit says it more beautifully than I ever could.
I read a bunch of Vonnegut a few years ago when I had a long commute into Brooklyn, and somehow missed this one. His books are always easy for me to pick up when I'm not in the mood to read anything else.
This is a weird book. I think it's in a good way. I read it in an hour.
I should have read this years ago, but I'm glad I finally did.
This is one of my favorite books I've read in a really long time.