
I didn’t get much time to read over the past three months. I just...
I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self; but my books were always my friends, let fail all else.
– Joshua Slocum, Sailing Around the World
I didn’t get much time to read over the past three months. I just...
June feels so long ago, I can barely remember all the things (and books...
Men don’t like to make decisions, they want God or women to make them. My...
April was an interesting month. I read a lot of non-fiction books and now that...
Two weeks into the month and I’ve read two of Jeffrey Wolf Green’s books: 1....
Another eight books in March, for which I’ve written some short reviews. My favorite...
I began to read again in February. I should highlight more phrases that I loved...
I didn’t get much time to read over the past three months. I just didn’t feel like it, I was in a bit of a slump. During that time, I was reading Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle. I’m not someone who usually studies the evolution of an author’s work throughout their career, but if you know anything about Shirley Jackson, you’d know this was one of her earlier novels. The only reason why I know...
June feels so long ago, I can barely remember all the things (and books that happened). So I’ll just lightly discuss the ones I enjoyed. Heart Lamp by Banu Mushtaq This was this year’s Booker Prize winner and I liked this a lot. It’s a collection of stories that to me, speaks to the interiority of the female being in religious (Muslim) South Asian society. I find that religion, particularly Islam in Asia, gives a heavy, suffocating air to...
Unfortunately, my books per month has decreased lately. It was a slow reading month, and I also picked up a couple of other hobbies. I got really tired of reading white problems in suburban or country lives. While they’re entirely purposeful in their own right, I found the tone of problems to be a little repetitive. Here are a couple of sentences on the books: Under Milk Wood, by Dylan Thomas These are the stories of our locals in the...
Men don’t like to make decisions, they want God or women to make them. My mood recently Over the last week, I had two unread books on my shelf: John Updike’s Marry Me and Sagittarius by Natalia Ginzburg. Thank you very much, booktok! I wanted to read Sagittarius first but recently, I can’t seem to take any more idyllic European stories where one ponders on the comedy of life, viewed through yet another string of observations about the mundane. I...
April was an interesting month. I read a lot of non-fiction books and now that I’m compiling them, I see that they were far from light-hearted. I started April with Elena Ferrante’s The Story of A New Name, the second book in the Napolitan series as I felt enough time had passed since the first book for me. But as the month continued, the relative brightness of Ferrante’s world was quickly eclipsed by the sadness, derangement and the depth...
Two weeks into the month and I’ve read two of Jeffrey Wolf Green’s books: 1. Pluto: The Evolutionary Journey of the Soul; and 2. The Structure of the Soul This astrologer’s teachings centre around Pluto as symbol and significator of the soul’s evolutionary development through lifetimes. Pluto’s placements in your natal chart can indicate traumas or fixations that the soul is addressing through multiple lives, while also indicating the primary focus of the current life. The first book mentioned describes...
Another eight books in March, for which I’ve written some short reviews. My favorite book It is Cassandra at the Wedding, by Dorothy Baker. The story is about titular character Cassandra’s spiral into sabotage, resentment and self-destruction, as a fuck you to her twin Judith’s decision to marry, which Cassandra reads as an abandonment of their shared destinies as two parts of their inseparable whole. It’s hard to say that she redeems herself in any way. What I appreciated...
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...
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