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The Sitter
Paris, 2020. A writer is confined to her hotel room during the early days of the pandemic, struggling to finish a novel about Hortense Cezanne, wife and sometime muse of the famous painter. Dead for more than a century, Hortense has been reawakened by this creative endeavour, and now shadows the writer through the locked-down city. But Hortense, always subject to the gaze of others, is increasingly intrigued by the woman before her. Who is she and what event hides in her past? Heartbreaking and perfectly formed, The Sitter explores the tension between artist and subject, and between the stories told about us and the stories we choose to tell.
180 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2023
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November 14, 2025
A very lovely, elegant novel that weaves in and out of reality and the mind. I adore reading books with its core themes surrounding art v artist v muse, and this narrative brought thoughtful reflections about life and relationships which i greatly appreciated. However, i did find that at times the structure- because of its shifting between real and unreal- became a bit confusing at times, and i didn’t find myself as connected with the characters at certain points. Overall it was a very nice read and i will find myself looking back at my annotations for future reference.
January 7, 2025
“As I sat, I had thoughts...that never made it into any one of those portraits.
My husband used to say that if he couldn't find in himself a feeling for a part of the subject he was painting, then he was compelled to leave that section of the painting blank. In the portraits of me there are many blanks.”
In a hotel room in Paris, in the beginning days of the Covid pandemic, a writer tries desperately to finish her book on Marie-Hortense Cézanne, the wife of the French impressionist painter Paul Cézanne.
“I study her features, her expressions, her habits, I observe her as she writes, as she imagines my life, a life that at times I can scarcely imagine myself; there it is, behind me, glimmering in parts, grotesque in others, a landscape I am no longer a part of, but that I diligently bring to her, over and over, scraping up handfuls of dust and laying them at her feet.”
The writer shares long conversations with an imaginary Hortense and as she reimagines the Hortense from a century ago, the two women’s biographies converge to show all that was lacking and denied in both lives.
“And everything that did not happen but should have happened is there in the weight of it, in the shape of it across her shoulders, in the hang of it down her back; all of it there in the stitches, in the complicated pattern, in the one or two mistakes.”
My husband used to say that if he couldn't find in himself a feeling for a part of the subject he was painting, then he was compelled to leave that section of the painting blank. In the portraits of me there are many blanks.”
In a hotel room in Paris, in the beginning days of the Covid pandemic, a writer tries desperately to finish her book on Marie-Hortense Cézanne, the wife of the French impressionist painter Paul Cézanne.
“I study her features, her expressions, her habits, I observe her as she writes, as she imagines my life, a life that at times I can scarcely imagine myself; there it is, behind me, glimmering in parts, grotesque in others, a landscape I am no longer a part of, but that I diligently bring to her, over and over, scraping up handfuls of dust and laying them at her feet.”
The writer shares long conversations with an imaginary Hortense and as she reimagines the Hortense from a century ago, the two women’s biographies converge to show all that was lacking and denied in both lives.
“And everything that did not happen but should have happened is there in the weight of it, in the shape of it across her shoulders, in the hang of it down her back; all of it there in the stitches, in the complicated pattern, in the one or two mistakes.”
June 14, 2024
I loved this.
It was so well done. I had my doubts at the beginning with the narrator, but oh boy, does O'Keeffe pull it off. I think this might be my favourite book of the year so far.
And it just won the Christina Stead Prize for Fiction! Those judges knew what they were doing.
It was so well done. I had my doubts at the beginning with the narrator, but oh boy, does O'Keeffe pull it off. I think this might be my favourite book of the year so far.
And it just won the Christina Stead Prize for Fiction! Those judges knew what they were doing.
December 3, 2023
I do enjoy an arty book featuring an author being slightly haunted by her muse. The most recent example was Sophie Cunningham’s This Devastating Fever. The Sitter had me under its spell and I read it in what felt like a fever dream. Artist and subject observe each other to great effect. A quiet, elegant novella.
March 18, 2025
Wonderfully original concept, beautifully constructed with fascinating historical aspects!
October 18, 2023
"I recognised the woman portrayed in these flimsy accounts, just as one recognises one's own face in a steam: the shifting water and sunlight playing with the reflection, both revealing and disguising it."
Set largely in Paris during the early weeks of covid the novel shifts to, and reflects on, times past in other parts of France and Australia. The narrator is the spirit of Hortense Cezanne, wife of the artist, as she looks over the shoulder of the unnamed writer who is working on a book about her life as wife and muse.
This short novel is full of beautiful prose and thought provoking ideas as it explores the relationship between art and artist, artist and muse, mother and child. I loved the use of objects, such as the shawl, and the emotion that this book stirred in me. Truly beautiful. So many passages I wanted to read over and over. I adored O'Keeffe's first novel and she this was almost as good.
Set largely in Paris during the early weeks of covid the novel shifts to, and reflects on, times past in other parts of France and Australia. The narrator is the spirit of Hortense Cezanne, wife of the artist, as she looks over the shoulder of the unnamed writer who is working on a book about her life as wife and muse.
This short novel is full of beautiful prose and thought provoking ideas as it explores the relationship between art and artist, artist and muse, mother and child. I loved the use of objects, such as the shawl, and the emotion that this book stirred in me. Truly beautiful. So many passages I wanted to read over and over. I adored O'Keeffe's first novel and she this was almost as good.
September 5, 2024
Sooo stunning I want more
September 16, 2023
I’m quite partial to novels where art and literature intersect. The Sitter was a gorgeous read, every passage so beautifully crafted.
‘The chilly air from outside comes in through the crack in the window, just a little of it, seeking warmth; the neutral air from inside the room wafts out through the crack in the window, just a little of it, seeking adventure.’
There were so many moments throughout the story that lent itself to deep reflection on the part of the reader.
‘A jacket, she remembers suddenly, that she gave him for his birthday two years ago. And now her tears come, not for her father – those will come later – but for this: what was given in another time, a time of love, has gone on existing regardless.’
Simple things, like the significance of an old shawl, had me dwelling on the different things that I have kept myself throughout my life, and why I am so reluctant to ever part with them.
‘And everything that did not happen but should have happened is there in the weight of it, in the shape of it across her shoulders, in the hang of it down her back; all of it there in the stitches, in the complicated pattern, in the one or two mistakes.’
And Hortense, our ghostly narrator, how splendid she was with her 21st century curiosity about her writer and her bold honesty about her own past life as her husband’s muse and portrait sitter. The cover on the novel is a reproduction of one the (many) paintings that Cezanne did of his wife.
‘The hours, the weeks, the years spent sitting. It makes me breathless, now, to think of them. They were an odyssey for which I never packed a bag. An odyssey for which I never left my chair. An odyssey for which the sky through the window with its passing birds was the only measure of adventure I had.’
The Sitter is a stunning little novel that is well deserving of its status as the winner of the 2023 UQP Quentin Bryce Award. Highly recommended.
Thanks to the publisher for the review copy.
‘The chilly air from outside comes in through the crack in the window, just a little of it, seeking warmth; the neutral air from inside the room wafts out through the crack in the window, just a little of it, seeking adventure.’
There were so many moments throughout the story that lent itself to deep reflection on the part of the reader.
‘A jacket, she remembers suddenly, that she gave him for his birthday two years ago. And now her tears come, not for her father – those will come later – but for this: what was given in another time, a time of love, has gone on existing regardless.’
Simple things, like the significance of an old shawl, had me dwelling on the different things that I have kept myself throughout my life, and why I am so reluctant to ever part with them.
‘And everything that did not happen but should have happened is there in the weight of it, in the shape of it across her shoulders, in the hang of it down her back; all of it there in the stitches, in the complicated pattern, in the one or two mistakes.’
And Hortense, our ghostly narrator, how splendid she was with her 21st century curiosity about her writer and her bold honesty about her own past life as her husband’s muse and portrait sitter. The cover on the novel is a reproduction of one the (many) paintings that Cezanne did of his wife.
‘The hours, the weeks, the years spent sitting. It makes me breathless, now, to think of them. They were an odyssey for which I never packed a bag. An odyssey for which I never left my chair. An odyssey for which the sky through the window with its passing birds was the only measure of adventure I had.’
The Sitter is a stunning little novel that is well deserving of its status as the winner of the 2023 UQP Quentin Bryce Award. Highly recommended.
Thanks to the publisher for the review copy.
January 2, 2025
A solid 3.
It had my attention I think the writing was pretty but I found it rly hard to know what was happening. If I don’t think to hard I get it but also why did she die that was so random.
Also I don’t rly care abt the writer I just wanted to hear abt the muse.
It had my attention I think the writing was pretty but I found it rly hard to know what was happening. If I don’t think to hard I get it but also why did she die that was so random.
Also I don’t rly care abt the writer I just wanted to hear abt the muse.
January 21, 2025
At first I thought 'ugh not a ghost!', but it was immediately redeemed. A fantastic concept probing into the artist/writer-subject/muse relationship, expertly delivered. Had to dock a star because I don't think including the bushfires-pandemic-Notre Dame 2020s trifecta was a necessary inclusion.
July 15, 2024
In May earlier this year, I was lucky enough to be in the audience at The state Library of NSW to see author, Angela O’Keeffe win the Christina Stead Prize For Fiction 2024.
I moved this book up my to-be-read pile after that.
And, it’s brilliant.
I think Cassie McCullagh’s allergy of books about writers should make an exception for ‘The Sitter’.
This book is a book about a subject and a sitter.
I deeply enjoyed the narrative style here, between ‘the writer’ and ‘Hortense’ (an historical figure, now deceased).
Circling secrets, a hotel room in Paris during Covid 2020, and a shadow that has been taking up space within ‘the writer’ results in this novel delivered with such a light touch.
I moved this book up my to-be-read pile after that.
And, it’s brilliant.
I think Cassie McCullagh’s allergy of books about writers should make an exception for ‘The Sitter’.
This book is a book about a subject and a sitter.
I deeply enjoyed the narrative style here, between ‘the writer’ and ‘Hortense’ (an historical figure, now deceased).
Circling secrets, a hotel room in Paris during Covid 2020, and a shadow that has been taking up space within ‘the writer’ results in this novel delivered with such a light touch.
July 24, 2023
Angela O'Keeffe's debut novel Night Blue (2021) made quite a splash... it was shortlisted for the NSW Premier's Literary Award for New Writing and for the Prime Minister's Literary Awards. As you can see from my review it featured an unusual narrator: Jackson Pollock's iconic painting 'Blue Poles' tells the story of its own creation and the political storm over its purchase by Prime Minister Gough Whitlam, while also interrogating the purpose and commodification of art.
Angela O'Keeffe seems to have a fascination with unusual narrators drawn from the world of art. The Sitter is narrated by the ghostly presence of Hortense Cezanne, hovering over a writer's shoulder as she writes the story of Hortense's relationship with Paul Cezanne. But this is not quite another in the genre I have christened Rescue-A-Woman-From-Oblivion, novels about women who had larger-than-life husbands whose fame overwhelmed and obliterated them.
What stymies the writer's project about Hortense is the pandemic. She arrives in France, taking pleasure in the respite from the bushfires that ravaged Australia in the summer of 2019-20. She has time to go down to Aix and do some of her research, but she returns to Paris on the cusp of Covid's arrival in Europe and the sudden shocking images of its overwhelming impact in Italy. There are frantic calls from her daughter in Sydney: the government is about to close the borders so she must bring her flight home forward.
The streets of Paris itself are a warning:
(Yes, I know, I swore I wasn't going to read pandemic novels. This one got past my defences.)
People will argue endlessly about the Australian government's decision to close the borders and the use of hotels as places for quarantine. (I received a Very Long Trumpian Tirade in comments the other day about how we were all duped because Covid doesn't exist. Tell that to someone who hasn't had it, and been very sick with it.) Whatever about that, O'Keeffe shows us a little of how difficult it must have been to negotiate lockdowns in places where the traveller doesn't have the language, and how the fear of a sudden, lonely death impacted differently on people marooned overseas. The writer, who is called Georgia in the novel though that isn't her name, has an important story to tell her daughter, and though it seems inconceivable that she should die alone in a hotel room, Hortense witnesses the writer's change of project when she writes the story of Georgia instead.
To read the rest of my review please visit https://anzlitlovers.com/2023/07/24/t...
Angela O'Keeffe seems to have a fascination with unusual narrators drawn from the world of art. The Sitter is narrated by the ghostly presence of Hortense Cezanne, hovering over a writer's shoulder as she writes the story of Hortense's relationship with Paul Cezanne. But this is not quite another in the genre I have christened Rescue-A-Woman-From-Oblivion, novels about women who had larger-than-life husbands whose fame overwhelmed and obliterated them.
What stymies the writer's project about Hortense is the pandemic. She arrives in France, taking pleasure in the respite from the bushfires that ravaged Australia in the summer of 2019-20. She has time to go down to Aix and do some of her research, but she returns to Paris on the cusp of Covid's arrival in Europe and the sudden shocking images of its overwhelming impact in Italy. There are frantic calls from her daughter in Sydney: the government is about to close the borders so she must bring her flight home forward.
The streets of Paris itself are a warning:
From the window of a hotel room in Paris: a view of rooftops, the brown river, a cobblestoned street, one corner of a scaffolded, burnt-out church. It is a morning in March 2020, and the air holds a breath of warmth.
Normally on such a morning, a morning that is chilly but nevertheless heralds the first hint of spring, the street would be almost crowded, the mood bordering on flamboyant, as if the first hint of spring is more a cause for celebration than spring itself. But this morning, from this window, just three people can be seen in the street.
Two women walk side by side, each carrying brown paper bags of groceries, each wearing a blue surgical mask. A small child strides out ahead of them, stopping every now and then to gaze with curiosity at the cobblestones... (p.34)
(Yes, I know, I swore I wasn't going to read pandemic novels. This one got past my defences.)
People will argue endlessly about the Australian government's decision to close the borders and the use of hotels as places for quarantine. (I received a Very Long Trumpian Tirade in comments the other day about how we were all duped because Covid doesn't exist. Tell that to someone who hasn't had it, and been very sick with it.) Whatever about that, O'Keeffe shows us a little of how difficult it must have been to negotiate lockdowns in places where the traveller doesn't have the language, and how the fear of a sudden, lonely death impacted differently on people marooned overseas. The writer, who is called Georgia in the novel though that isn't her name, has an important story to tell her daughter, and though it seems inconceivable that she should die alone in a hotel room, Hortense witnesses the writer's change of project when she writes the story of Georgia instead.
To read the rest of my review please visit https://anzlitlovers.com/2023/07/24/t...
December 15, 2023
Angela O'Keeffe is extremely creative. Within a mere 180 pages, she manages to deliver a layered story about the past and the present, at the same time bending narrative conventions. The story begins in 2020, when Paris is on the brink of a COVID lockdown. An Australian writer, there to finish a novel about Hortense Cezanne, wife and sometime muse of the famous painter, reflects on her own past experiences and particularly the stories we choose to tell about ourselves. Spliced with the writer's thoughts are those of Hortense, who 'comes to life' through the writer.
This is not a work of magic realism or a ghost story. Rather, it defies categorisation - but trust in the fact that Hortense's voice works beautifully.
O'Keeffe descriptions are evocative but never overdone. I could have picked quotes from every page but I'm always a sucker for a striking description of the sea -
Lastly, I realise that my grief-lens is perhaps more sharply (or frequently) focused than that of many other readers, and in the case of The Sitter, the themes of grief are slowly revealed. O'Keeffe succinctly captures the idea that grief never leaves us -
4/5
I am a combination of the me I once was when I lived, and the me that the writer cannot help but give bits of herself to.
This is not a work of magic realism or a ghost story. Rather, it defies categorisation - but trust in the fact that Hortense's voice works beautifully.
O'Keeffe descriptions are evocative but never overdone. I could have picked quotes from every page but I'm always a sucker for a striking description of the sea -
...I could hear its roar of outrage - for the sea is a constant agitator for change, for resetting...
Lastly, I realise that my grief-lens is perhaps more sharply (or frequently) focused than that of many other readers, and in the case of The Sitter, the themes of grief are slowly revealed. O'Keeffe succinctly captures the idea that grief never leaves us -
Our lives are filled with emblems of loss, and they continue to reverberate in us, and sometimes, after years, they can bring us undone.
4/5
June 10, 2024
Miles Franklin 2024 Longlist
I really wanted to like this one more, after loving her short novel, Night Blue, told from the perspective of the painting, Blue Poles by Jackson Pollack.
The Sitter is mainly narrated by the ghost of Marie Hortense, Cezanne's wife. She sat for more than one of his paintings, 29 according to the novel. Yet he is better known for his still lifes of apples not his wife!
A modern Australian writer is trying to capture her essence while living in a room in Paris during the onset of the Covid pandemic. She is also trying to explain something about herself to her daughter in the form of a fictional short story.
These three themes didn't really come together as a whole for me and I never really became invested in the characters. Particularly The Writer and Daughter were held at arms length by the ghostly narrator. They were more blurred than the ghost. Yet it seems that the writer's life was more central to the novel than The Sitter's. An excellent and interesting premise but the execution didn't really work for me.
It will be interesting to see if this one goes through to the shortlist.
Looking forward to seeing what she writes next, she is a very talented writer.
I really wanted to like this one more, after loving her short novel, Night Blue, told from the perspective of the painting, Blue Poles by Jackson Pollack.
The Sitter is mainly narrated by the ghost of Marie Hortense, Cezanne's wife. She sat for more than one of his paintings, 29 according to the novel. Yet he is better known for his still lifes of apples not his wife!
A modern Australian writer is trying to capture her essence while living in a room in Paris during the onset of the Covid pandemic. She is also trying to explain something about herself to her daughter in the form of a fictional short story.
These three themes didn't really come together as a whole for me and I never really became invested in the characters. Particularly The Writer and Daughter were held at arms length by the ghostly narrator. They were more blurred than the ghost. Yet it seems that the writer's life was more central to the novel than The Sitter's. An excellent and interesting premise but the execution didn't really work for me.
It will be interesting to see if this one goes through to the shortlist.
Looking forward to seeing what she writes next, she is a very talented writer.
September 14, 2023
A story told in a fun and unique way (at least to me), where the narrator is a painting come to life. The painting and an unnamed writer are confined to a hotel room in Paris during the early days of Covid-19.
The story is split into two parts: one detailing the life of Hortense Cezanne - the painting - and the second, a period in 'the writer's' life written as a letter to her daughter.
I found Hortense's story and character more interesting and engaging compared to 'the writer's' story, which I found a bit... well, done - for a lack of a better word. It felt familiar, like I'd read it before.
All in all, I enjoyed the story and the unique perspective from which it was told. It made me want to learn more about the life of Hortense Cezanne.
The story is split into two parts: one detailing the life of Hortense Cezanne - the painting - and the second, a period in 'the writer's' life written as a letter to her daughter.
I found Hortense's story and character more interesting and engaging compared to 'the writer's' story, which I found a bit... well, done - for a lack of a better word. It felt familiar, like I'd read it before.
All in all, I enjoyed the story and the unique perspective from which it was told. It made me want to learn more about the life of Hortense Cezanne.
December 13, 2023
Weaving together the stories of two women 100 years apart who share feelings of loss and regret this is a reflective and experimental novel. Skilful writing evokes outback Queensland, the beaches of Sydney and mid-Covid Paris, each imbued with a painterly touch. I enjoyed the art history references as well as the meta-fictional aspect of the writer. Devoured in one evening!
June 13, 2024
Almost everyone I have spoken to about this book describes it as being about something different, which is part of its greatness. It is a slim volume, and a wonderful example of how literary fiction can be about everything and yet, really, simply be about being human. I would describe this as exploring the relationship between a writer and their creations, and the ways in which writers use writing to reveal and to hide, to connect and to distance. O'Keeffe narrates the novel through Hortense Cezanne, a character brought into life by a writers' half mentally formed biography. Hortense observes the writer, reflecting on her own life but fascinated by the writer's. Meanwhile the writer, experiencing the shock and dislocation of March 2020 in Paris, attempts to exorcise her own demons through writing. O'Keefe captures the claustraphobia of the pandemic, and deploys it to heightened emotional effect. The compelling nature of this book - it is hard to stop thinking about all kinds of aspects of it - is in the deep humanity of the writing. The attention to subtle nuances, small moments - the ways Cezanne's friends mock Hortense, the ways in which ritualised farm chores subsitute (poorly) for difficult, unhad, conversations, the pauses on the line between mother and daughter that convey all of the love and worry in the world. I didn't love the ending - it had that vague sense that the author wasn't quite sure how to wrap this up - but it didn't really matter. It wasn't the kind of story that needed wrapping up.
June 25, 2024
An original, short novel with two main protagonists, a woman writer and Hortense Cezanne.
The woman writer is in her fifties and is in a Paris hotel in March 2020 during the start of the COVID pandemic. The writer is trying to complete a novel about the wife of Paul Cezanne, the famous painter. Hortense Cezanne has been dead for more than a century, however she is reawakened and comments on her life with Paul Cezanne and makes observations about the woman writer in March 2020. The woman writer begins a new novel that appears to be autobiographical. The woman writer is also in contact mainly by phone to her daughter Rebecca.
A cleverly written novel that I found interesting, intriguing and a unique reading experience. A very worthwhile read.
This book is long listed for the 2024 Miles Franklin award.
The woman writer is in her fifties and is in a Paris hotel in March 2020 during the start of the COVID pandemic. The writer is trying to complete a novel about the wife of Paul Cezanne, the famous painter. Hortense Cezanne has been dead for more than a century, however she is reawakened and comments on her life with Paul Cezanne and makes observations about the woman writer in March 2020. The woman writer begins a new novel that appears to be autobiographical. The woman writer is also in contact mainly by phone to her daughter Rebecca.
A cleverly written novel that I found interesting, intriguing and a unique reading experience. A very worthwhile read.
This book is long listed for the 2024 Miles Franklin award.
June 23, 2025
“The hours, the weeks, the years spent sitting. It makes me breathless, now, to think of them. They were an odyssey for which I never packed a bag. An odyssey for which I never left my chair. An odyssey for which the sky through the window with its passing birds was the only measure of adventure I had.”
A quiet, yet powerful little book. I love a novel where art is almost a character, and here we have Madame Cezanne herself as the narrator. I consumed this in 2 sittings, I liked the mostly French setting (both this century and the last), I enjoyed the style of the novel, and the tiny observations of the interior lives of women.
4.5 stars 🌟
This book won the Christina Stead prize for Fiction in 2024 and I’m surprised it hasn’t had more press.
A quiet, yet powerful little book. I love a novel where art is almost a character, and here we have Madame Cezanne herself as the narrator. I consumed this in 2 sittings, I liked the mostly French setting (both this century and the last), I enjoyed the style of the novel, and the tiny observations of the interior lives of women.
4.5 stars 🌟
This book won the Christina Stead prize for Fiction in 2024 and I’m surprised it hasn’t had more press.
May 17, 2025
This brief novel tells the story of Hortense Fiquet, wife of Cezanne; and the fictional story of the author who is writing a book about Hortense. I was fascinated by the way the actual author of “The Sitter,” Angela O’Keeffe, related the stories of these two women and created a connection between them. The characters experience “together” the devastating wildfires in Australia, and the Covid pandemic while in Paris.
There was a short time that I was feeling let down that there wasn’t enough about Hortense. But by the end of the book, much more is revealed. It’s a dramatic and poignant ending that left me in awe and in tears. It’s beautifully written.
There was a short time that I was feeling let down that there wasn’t enough about Hortense. But by the end of the book, much more is revealed. It’s a dramatic and poignant ending that left me in awe and in tears. It’s beautifully written.
September 30, 2025
This is the first time I’ve read a book set during COVID lockdown and not felt super triggered - is this healing? This is essentially two stories - the story of Cezanne’s wife and the story of the woman who is writing the story of Cezanne’s wife. Lots of reflection and slow reveals and intertwining of the stories - it was an excellent read.
November 21, 2025
This was such an easy but elegant read. I wasn't expecting to like it this much. The writing transcended the challenges of telling the different layers of the story. It was really engaging, sophisticated and tender.
October 20, 2023
Hannah Kent’s ‘ Devotion’ meets, a modern day Australian story.
March 3, 2024
I feel like it’s too soon to be bringing up COVID…
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March 30, 2024“I like the feel of the word, the thud of it on my tongue, a word I could not have known, back then - a word from the writer's own tongue. It has landed on mine now, a kind of kiss.”
January 2, 2025
I’ll be honest at the start I wasn’t really feeling the book, I kind of thought it was confusing and a bit boring. However as the book continued it was SOO GOOD!!! I away lowkey moved
March 15, 2024
Written like an art house fever dream. Changed pace multiple times, sometimes I was hooked, sometimes I wasn’t. An unusual book for sure! 3.5 stars
February 21, 2024
This was a beautifully written homage to art, creativity, and womanhood. I really enjoyed this one and loved the way it revolved around art while simultaneously utilising beautiful prose. However, do note that this one is all vibes no plot. 4/5
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