Book 14: The Days of Abandonment by Elena Ferrante I felt that I was inside a clamorous life and that everything might come apart because of a too piercing sentence, an ungentle movement of the body. Elena Ferrante, Ann Goldstein. The Days of Abandonment (p. 7). (Function). Kindle Edition. Every once in a while there... Continue Reading →
Book 13: The Will of the Many by James Islington Usually, I don't read epic fantasy. As someone who has read a plethora of books, I still haven't read The Lord of the Rings. But the pandemic years changed that a little. In those years, I required to be elsewhere, stay sane, and fantasy helped... Continue Reading →
Book 12: Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller Maybe such unruly persistence is beautiful. Maybe it is not mad, after all. Maybe it is the quiet work of believing in Good. Of believing in a warmth, which you know does not exist in the stars, to exist in the hearts of fellow humans. Maybe... Continue Reading →
Book 11: I Who Have Never Known Men by Jaqueline Harpman Written in the 1970s, this book became popular due to GenZ TikTok, and as a millennial, for some strange reason, I hope that the privileged sections of GenZ will do what millennials across the world have started - to dismantle the structures of neo-liberal... Continue Reading →
Book 10: Stoner by John Williams There is fervour in the reviews and recommendations of Stoner; people seem to think it is a fantastic book. They don't say much more than that. While I was reading it, I had forgotten its rave reviews until I reach smack dab in the middle of the novel. It... Continue Reading →
Book 9: Madonna in a Fur Coat by Sabahattin Ali At this point, I have forgotten who or what social media recommended this book to me. It was probably a GenZ trend, a poetry group where I am a lurker, or Reddit. Nevertheless, I went into this book the way you enter into gullies unintended;... Continue Reading →
One morning last week, I was looking forward to working from home. I thought that I would gather the pockets of time left over for myself and do something I enjoy -- read a book, watch a show, or start writing my new essay. However, due to the cloudy, grey downpour all day, I gave... Continue Reading →
Book 8: The Idiot by Elif Batuman Right off the bat, I wrote a 3000 word essay because of this book and thankfully, a literary magazine published my essay, as well. It would seem as though it has been a lucky book for me. But was it good? One way to find out is to... Continue Reading →
Book 7: There are Rivers in the Sky by Elif Shafak Outside in the courtyard, the pine trees tower over him, silvery and needle-sharp, as if a giant seamstress has used the green hillside as her pincushion. Shafak, Elif. There are Rivers in the Sky (p. 302). (Function). Kindle Edition. Whenever I post about Elif... Continue Reading →
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