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As a weird aunt myself, I can't help but take note of Weird Aunts in narratives and wow it's whiplash to compare Aunt Jeanne and Aunt Gladys (from Weapons)--who sincerely have no basis for comparison except that I happened to encounter. them both in the same window of time lol

Cameron is so lucky he wound up with an Aunt Jeanne, just sayin' ^^;

Just me quietly sobbing nbd I'm totally fine 🥺

When you had a sh*tty couple of weeks and not only does your roof need to be replaced (AGAIN) but the gas got shut off and you're about to spend a cold couple of days huddled under blankets... (but, hey, at least the house isn't going to explode or poison you with gas (anymore)) ... This is how you spend the weekend.

(Well, reading and watching cheesy old disaster movies like Dante's Peak. I'm classy okay)

"They're mortals. They don't know how to do anything properly except die."

Rude. (But I laughed lol)

The Kona bird's name was Kee. So Kola told me. His body was firm, his feathers tough but light. He smelled like orange peels and was partial to making a deep clucking sound followed by a shrill *keeeeee!* He did this just as we took off, waking everyone in the camp. As if I was paying attention.

I draw the weather, filling pages with loops, zigzags, swirls, spikes, circles, and blinking eyes. All the white space is occupied. My drawings are dense like the jungle.... [D]rawing, or what I prefer to call scribbling, it's like an umbrella in a rainstorm.

"You stroke the side and it hums," Nusrat said, rubbing the seed shooter. It made this sound that was oddly like the purr of a cat. You could feel it, too. Like it was more animal than plant.

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The narrative continues to be blistering in its not-so-oblique critique of fatness. And for what reason? I'm having a hard time getting past it. To the point that it's distracting and detracting from my enjoyment of an otherwise intriguing story so far.

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The blistering take our narrator has on being fat feels over the top and unnecessarily cruel. Is this just meant to be the personal bias of the POV character, or is the narrative as a whole making a moral statement about what it means to be fat? I'll be curious to see if the story comes back to this theme and transforms it. Or if it just continues to perpetuate a tired stereotype.

Turton has a delightful way of turning phrases. So far the characters are memorable without being *too* over-the-top -- which is quite a feat, given an ensemble cast like this. I'm really burrowing into the brooding, atmospheric tone and I'm eager to find out what happens next...