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Why yes, I did just finish this book. Trawling for the truths that can only be reconciled on a second read.

Such a rare treat, a book that commands immediate rereading.

I love this book. It’s so bold, and I have no idea how it is going to end.

“The secret story… was my loss of innocence, my first moment of adulthood and death, and I never moved through life again unaffected by the trauma.”

Oof. A literary punch to the addled gut.

Every time Bret (narrator and author) mentions Shingy the dog, I cringe, fearing the horrors that surely await it. Otherwise, I’m fully immersed in this world of a rich closeted bisexual teenage boy in LA.

Deeply enjoying.

Been recording the patterns of sooo many birds as I’ve fed them here on my .8 acre for years. All the natives and many surprise visitors have been tracked. Their songs. This book is awesome.

A bit loveydovey for my taste. Good thing there’s impending doom.

(The main characters are in a honeymoon phase and I can’t effing take it. I am preferring reading the rich and twisted sex in The Shards)

Gifted by an esteemed friend. Going in mostly blind to plot and topic. I’ve got high expectations!

This book makes me yearn for Wayfarers, Docksiders, a sexy convertible, and a world I’ve never even come CLOSE to ever knowing.

So useful!

Lovely!

So delightfully gross

Cinematic.

The title story is phenomenally bone chilling. Ito is unrivaled in the horror world. Unrivaled. Fight me! I’ll die on this hill! (and likely become some kind of ravenous monster)

Delightful!

Reading and rereading.

“The screen door was starting to come off its track, and I made myself slowly lift and place it back into the groove so I didn’t have some sort of hectic reaction in and tear it down.”

This narrator is so unreliable, but damn is she relatable here.

This book has taken a turn. I was in the narrator’s back pocket until… oh hell, I’m still in her pocket. I’m snug in the pocket of her sensible linen capris, smelling her delicious dishes and thinking she’s more than a little dangerous. Call me a willing captive (snicker snicker) and don’t call me an Uber.

The academic world is on full frontal display here. Forgot about its pitfalls, deep and wide. Also littered with snakes and scorpions with vastly different teaching methods. I was more the candy-and-Coppola kind of professor. Swinging on my vine to teach through entertainment.

Is it a shame my heart stumped these plans? All these roads have led me back to my own pen. Like Vladimir’s narrator. Reading on!

IM GOING TO GOBBLE YOU UP
SMOOCH!
SMOOCHY
SMOOCHY
SMOO!

Wow. Can’t update, must continue.

Reading, rereading. Savoring. It’s so nice to read about howling, brilliant, angry and inspired women. (living as opposed to dying, as in Chopin’s Awakening)

Delectable.