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like the epistolary, found-footage metafictional framework. switch from autobiographical to the biographical for the two unsympathetic protagonists evokes pity, humour. don’t you just love it when an author has a juicy wide-ranging vocabulary? words are the meat of this book, entertaining. at 82% the heroine is now depressed? at 95% things are anticlimatic, as expected from the goodreads reviews.

such a pretty book. none of the reviews describe it exactly. man and nature. man’s greed, killing and plundering, it’s vanity. while being the only one in the kingdom capable of feeling mercy! the surreal bit is not the wall, but what humans have created, the past, that anything apart from this state of the narrator was ever the normal. the beautiful work of daily life, relationship with animals. And sweet Lynx.

gloriously banally frightening

the vegetarian if it had the protagonist’s pov and wasnt so allegorical

she’s so confusing, god

when i’m not reading i dread this book and i think why am i reading this, and then when i pick it up, within a line—CLING! CLANG!! CLUTTER!!! BADABOOM!!!! lispector reminds me why she’s the goat.

(deliciously) confused. there’s more to what’s just revealed. is this what J+friend feel while reading? i choose books that have no audiobooks. i’ve been reading since I woke up. urgency to work, study, life passing me by, remain. broken up in June, opposite to what i know. june is love, but love is elusive now. good weekend, home with just my father, two recluses. hot summer evenings on the balcony. reading.

locked tf in. todd is so cute! and i’m enjoying the iBooks interface so much.

i knew something was about to go wrong with the boy as soon as we’d ACTUALLY started reading this together. called it. anyway the book just got interesting. there was mystery surrounding Todd, and not in an intriguing way, just confusing, but now I’m locked in.

do not have opinions apart from the fact that some stuff is happening way too conveniently, she has no plan, and this book doesn’t impress me yet. but interesting bit has just picked up where she keeps going back and we don’t have means to know what that feels like and any new info gathered is useless bc she keeps going back

Joana visiting her old and senile professor whose wife has left. She realises he’s happy…

“The Little Family.” The most grounded-in-reality prose, coming from Otávio, who is so much about reality, the body, he’s opposite to Joana, in a complimentary way, for now. This chapter: Man, God, The Body. Pure lucid philosophy, a Joana-like prose of a different kind.