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It's sooo gay to eat fruit...

This book makes me feel seen and so happy. The relaxed pace at which it moves, it's humour poking fun at certain attitudes of our times, it's comforting descriptions of home and community. I'm glad I found this snuggly book in winter.

PS: this was an anniversary gift my partner and I both independently decided upon

Wodehouse is incredible here. The language is fun and inventive and the plot doesn't go three pages without a major development. I have lost track of the number of times I've laughed out loud in the last 100 pages. And to think this book was written in 1938!

This is comedic writing at its finest, barring the unfortunate sexism.

Just read my first horror story by the author and the hype is not unfounded. A page-turner, a nail-biter, AND a heart-breaker. Fernanda Melchor can do it all.

Stunning, spectacular, and highly quotable. I've underlined entire pages. It's heavy on themes but light on its feet. I never imagined one could share a personal history of depression and apartheid with humour. Can you tell I'm loving this?

Genberg's prose has a piercing quality. Crafted with disarming simplicity, her sentence strikes you when you least expect it. This memoir will ache your heart.

This might be the best thing I've read this year. Achingly good.

Sigrid Nunez has written a memoir of Susan Sontag from the impossible lens of simultaneously being her assistant, dating her son, and moving in with her. Here we see Susan as she was in her personal life. Instead of an idol, Sigrid paints a portrait of a human being who is full of contradictions.

The range in this collection is delightful, both in style and substance. From Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan's psych horror recollection of her terrible boyfriends to Sangeeta's honest and trenchant account of growing up feeling fat in an anti-fat society. Love is truly a many-splendoured thing and I'm excited for what this essay has in store next.

Fluid, humble, beautiful. An honest account language learning journey.

This book makes me want to cry so much for some reason. Highly recommend to lovers of Maggie Nelson.

"If sexual orientation is the social expression of one's sexuality, then gender is basically a social expression of someone else's sexuality. In the former case, one takes an object; in the latter case, one is an object. From the perspective of gender, then, we are all dumb blondes."

While most parts read like an article on MIT Media Lab's history and work, the authors' philosophy and beliefs about education, and the set of mental models required for the modern age definitely hit close to home.

"Arpeggios are melted chords. Chords are frozen arpeggios."

already getting tired of the sincere genuflection, hoping this gets better

Lovecraft's ability to shape landscapes is inspiring. Making no progress with this because I keep re-reading The Nameless City. After the 9th reread, the sublime terror he aimed to inspire has given way to a quiet comfort in the company of the unknowable.

on more than one occasion, her writing has given me langugage to describe things i couldn't earlier. her essay on kaufman's anomalisa has been a high point, compelled me to revisit schopenhauer (alas he's not as insightful as zadie makes him seem). a lukewarm read so far but it has its moments.

im intrigued by his experience in the last stage of the ultramarathon, repeating to himself "i'm not a human i'm a machine", experiencing a neither-perception-nor-non-perception state of consciousness or something close to it. he describes it as having "passed through" and begins rethinking the self, dissociating. the DSM would term this a coping mechanism.

alternatively, you could call it a conference with reality.