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Hmm. 😟

Every consumed morsel of your body, your wisdom, your kindness, your art, is another bid for perfection, a chance to get it right this time, or next time, or the time after that.
There is no death.

No words. 🦋

Swallowed by a whale and chewed up by its stomach, if you can believe that shit.

Omg I love this book. 🤣😭

Omg I love this book. 🤣😭

Daniel Kraus’s words are laced with narcotics. I’m convinced.

Goddamnit, I was supposed to be reading something else and then I read Angel Down and became obsessed and now I’m reading this book and cannot stop once I started the first paragraph, and I’m super jealous and in awe and goddamn you Daniel Kraus.

I hate Edith. *hate* 😡

This book is all tell, very little show and yet it works.

Pretty wild that I picked this book up not having any clue what it was about; it was recommended by two separate bookstagrammars. And lo and behold—it’s set in the same time period as my last book, Angel
Down. The two could not be more different in tone, style, or the natures of the protagonists. It’s like reading the same subject from opposite ends of the spectrum, but definitely gripped me so far.

I just punched the sky and yelled (silently don’t want to scare the child) F YEAH and holy shit and OMG this book. This. Effing. Book. 🤯🤯🤯🤯

Holy crap I think I stopped breathing for 30 pages

I’m going to call it right now: this is the best book I’m going to read in 2026. All y’all other books….game on.

Oh jeez now I want to write romance fanfic for Cyril Bagger because if he doesn’t get a happy ending…😭

… cobwebbed figureheads of futility, pointing future generations down the same useless paths… right after a guy, with grisly detail, is cut exactly in half by shrapnel. This book is a miracle.

“and how many times, while the flaking paint of the apartment flapped like shamefly wings from the vibrations of the organist…,had Cyril tried to pull his father from his whirlpool of ponderings, pull him literally by the sleeve, only for the Bishop to gently, crushingly, extricate his son‘s fingers and hand him the Bible to read, the way Red Cross nurses give a man about to be amputated a rag to bite on..”

This prose is so astonishing….with each “and” paragraph, I wonder if the author didn’t just take each one and decide to craft it impeccably alone— each stanza an island, while at the same time, it feels so effortlessly perfect and natural.

Daniel Kraus, I bow to you

This effing book…

Hardly begun and already amazed, inspired, and awed.

… the war won’t ever end, like the carnage won’t ever end, it’s a sentence in a book careening without periods, gasping with too many commas, a sentence that, once begun can’t ever be stopped…

Poor Theo. The only bright spot is that he gets closer and closer every day to meeting Boris

The movie mostly sucked but Hobie becameJeffrey Wright to me from then on.

God this book is so beautiful and so sad. I love it so much.

I love this heroine. She’s so sassy and witty, but full of heart too.

Slumming it in a motor lodge isn’t method acting.
😂

But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking over a brackish wreck, which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.

Sentences like this are why this was the first fiction book I could actually read after Izzy died.

That fucking fucker fuckface. 🔥

I get more and more enraged the longer I listen. #audio

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