I began to read again in February. I should highlight more phrases that I loved but here is one:
These are the books I finished in the month. I feel that An Apprenticeship was transcendental, it felt like I was in a dream. Cleopatra and Frankenstein was like listening to a friend ramble about their life, and Elena Ferrante was like a diary. I cried the most reading Han Kang, and Ayşegül Savaş felt like reading a psycholoanalyst’s notes with the words erased or pages ripped out. It was a good reading month, I felt almost all the books I read were impactful in some way.
“my God, and to say that the night is full and that I’m full of the thick night that is dripping with the perfume of sweet almonds.”
An Apprenticeship is going to leave a mark on me for a long time, it has shaped the contours of my brain. I didn’t do much highlighting so I tried to find a line from my kindle that would remind me of the way the book felt. I need to read more of her books.
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