Status Updates From Le nostre mogli negli abissi

I’m 100 pages in and it’s starting to feel like a slog. The prose is lyrical and lovely, but nothing is actually happening and I do feel the absence of a plot. Reads a bit like a friend’s very long text describing a dream they had.

“Grief is selfish: we cry for ourselves without the person we have lost far more than we cry for the person”

interesting thought

love it. the pov of present day vs. miri’s grieving memory of who leah once was. the pov of leah as we slowly uncover what happens to her in the depths of the sea. great descriptions and lyrical imagery

Think I'm gonna like this weird little book