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“The Fulfillment of a Need would be Jake’s rescue of me, and I’d make it easy for him. All he’d have to do is follow the breadcrumbs I’d laid out for him. I’d be waiting, breathless and scared. Jake would be able to save the day. Not only the day. Save my life. It would right our lopsided balance and give him the validation he needed.”
Straight women in these stories just make me laugh. Sis, come on!

“Obviously she didn’t “push” River out into the world (that was barbaric), but she didn’t use a surrogate, either, because she was traditional and wanted to experience her own pregnancy. Barney thought that was “beautiful.””

Rich people things…

Oh no, warrior women competing for the throne too? A liberal feminist would flip over this! They should be marrying and having babies and being soft! Soft power and all that, man…

(Me trying to enjoy the worldbuilding and the secondary characters while the MC is still bland as oatmeal)

“The screaming started in earnest then, and the glass littered on the wood floor dug into socked or bare feet as people rushed to help each other or to flee, and Nena took every drop of blood and made it her own, let it permeate her, let it color her, and she took shape as she had in the shower, a specter of a woman, darkening with red and glass glitter.”

Mean lesbian ghosts

“Ah, right. Sorry.” Neema turned the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. She had an unfortunate tendency to speak in paragraphs when she was nervous”

God, this prose sucks ass… Speak in paragraphs? Where was the editor? Also, in a formal, important dinner people wouldn’t laugh at an explanation of the feast. Then again, everyone here must hate Neema (so she can feel more special) 🙄😒

“Her rosy white skin glowed, as if she’d just scrubbed her face with a palmful of mountain snow. Edging towards forty, she was both the oldest contender, and most likely the fittest when it came to endurance. She was also by far the most experienced fighter”

Ok. Points for having an older female combatant, not a ninny, dainty princess in sight!

No wonder this dude married three times…

“Nonni has ventured forth in the world in order to write books like…like Independent People. Whether or not Nonni’s boyhood circumstances mesh with Laxness’s, he is a clear stand-in for the author.”

Rolling my eyes so hard…

What in the Divergent/YA worldbuilding is this?

Neema is such a whiner. “Oh I love knowledge and books?” And what else? Why do people love flat characters?

“Heading into the sunken living area, she found her useless assistant lounging in her favourite chair, his feet up on the table. He had eaten her breakfast except for two cucumber slices, now resting delicately over his eyelids.”

If he’s your assistant just… fire him? Girl, are you dumb?

“Neema, who did not believe in the Eight, gave a frozen smile.”

Wait, what? How does this world-building works then? Is Neema a Flat earth atheist? Or this is just another way to make her “ultra special”?

“Which would be a first, to put it mildly. No one cared about Neema’s studies except Neema.”

Yes, you are very special…

“(Folk tales) You’re a historian, how is this history? They’re just stories for children. What are you doing, wasting your time on such worthless crap? (That final comment scrawled across the proofs themselves, by Neema’s head of department. A dispiriting moment.)

No one who understands history or anthropology would say this. Then again, guess she must have maximum “woe is me” vibe.

His last name is “Worthy” (yes, it’s real but come on), and he is a “Hound”, and all guards are Hounds? (Why I am reading a silly book that divides people by a single personality trait, I know I will hate it)

“I want you to read my future in a shattered planet,” he said. “In the entrails of an entire civilization.”

…damn

“When Mars enters the capsule, his twin is vivisecting himself. The coppery smell of blood hangs like a shroud. A military-issue nanoknife, tip dipped red, sits beside the wash basin. Balarabe squats overtop of it, the flesh of his right forearm held open by calipers. With his left hand, he plucks at the long tendons he’s managed to expose. The fingers of his right hand spasm.” The right amount of gore

Reading Dworkin after spending time on social media (especially with liberal feminists and tradwife rhetoric) is like coming home to a warm blanket and a cup of hot cocoa. She gets it

The contradictions inherent in the rampant inequalities of domestic labour that Angela Davis once described, and the patriarchal expectations placed on women depicted in the slow cinema of Jeanne Dielman, are thrown into stark relief in the contemporary world of the cleanfluencer, where inequalities are repackaged as offering glamour, security and a quick-fire route to calm, order, personal betterment and status

I loathe influencers. Cleaning, books, no matter the type.

This is the worst book introduction I have ever read

“Still, she never thinks of retreating, of begging Bjartur for another chance. For it turns out that she, no less than this father of hers who is not her true father, nurtures a proud independence. Somehow she will get by.”

I wouldn’t ask for help from my pedo father who hit me after finding out I was pregnant either. Women get by all the time and have pride, surprise!

“They enter a fishing village and put up in a raucous and squalid lodging house, where they must share a bed. In the night, the frightened girl reaches innocently for her father and he, for a moment, responds to her sexually—he places a hand on her bare leg.”

I see we are spoiling the entire book during its introduction/foreword. Interesting choice.

“ But in time there comes to Bjartur a different sort of romance, a new form of “marriage.” The child of his first wife survives its mother’s death and Bjartur rears it as his own.”

This is a choice. I could rant about men and their proclivities… but I won’t.

“I can’t prove to you that I’m conscious. I don’t know what parts of me are truly me and what parts are just schematics.” Sensors in overdrive. All regions of the brain flickering. Maria discovered what true love was, and it was unapologetic madness. “But all parts of me know that I never plan on letting you go.”

Lesbian yearning but she’s an android…

“Chip” was meh

Remember Me in the Meat was so good.

“I wanted you to pick me, so I talked about memory-martyrdom as a grave sacrifice. I didn’t tell you how badly I wanted to be a ghost. There are other things you didn’t understand about me. But we’ll come to that.”

I really need a shelf for “trad fantasy”, not dudebro fantasy but tradcath fantasy written by women because damn.

The man who just spoke is broad-shouldered and two heads taller than the tallest man in the crowd. His walnut-brown hair is swept back from his forehead. The crowd parts as he strides toward us, his head held high. The whites of his blue eyes aren’t jaundiced like the others’. He is a gift, a wonderful distraction, a respite for my eyes in this shit-colored town.

Fuck off, girl. You were about to raped… 😒