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Life in Sweden is so holistically fulfilling and tranquil that their heady psychological fiction is centered around the horror of being American. Gagged.

This became one of my favorite reads of the year a sparse few pages in. I now can understand the ardent adulation many possess for Ocean Vuong. What a remarkable literary voice we’re boasting over here in the cosmos.

Oh this is 1,000% my shit wow.

This is a taxingly long, jarringly unpleasant book. Roses roses roses. 🌹

Oh my gosh—is this a novelization of the Oklahoma Girl Scouts case from 1977?

Honestly—this reads like sprawling out in the sun and actively choosing to have a really pleasant dissociative spell.

This book is so, so, so English.

If Lee has zero haters, I’m dead.

Oh my gosh, aging is absolutely terrifying.

Man I’m halfway through this 900+ page behemoth and the racism is scarier than any of the assumed horror presented. At one point, the author laments that an Asian woman looks so old, that she might actually be Mao Zedong, and that her feet look like bricks that fell off The Great Wall. I will finish due to the sheer commitment, and then mail Pessl a request to Zelle me repetitions.

Did I read the entirety of Zadie Smith’s 65-page introduction to Toni Morrinson’s 43-page “Recitatif”? No. Did I forget, for a moment, her suggestion that Toni Morrison has never published a line by accident? Also no. What a marvelous, gripping story.

🐙 Marcellus is so Fredrik Backman-coded.

I HAVE NEVER READ ANYTHING LIKE THIS.

Because how is this novel one of the greatest pieces of literature I’ve come across in my life just 20 pages in—

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“AJ nods out of politeness, but he doesn’t believe in random acts. He is a reader, and what he believes in his narrative construction. If I gun appears in act one, that gun had better go off by act three.”

Best experienced on an edible, or a melatonin gummy, I feel.

This could have been 150 pages shorter.

Please respect this meditative period in my life in which I consume WASP thrillers and ruminate on the prodigious tennis career I never got to have.

This shit just blew my mind. This book right HERE, man.

Uncomfortable in the way an awkward hug from a distant relative is uncomfortable.