Wait, is this pithy and irreverent story about an up-and-coming influencer… an atheist manifesto?
OK, this is going to sound like I’m trying to start a cult right now, but I swear I am not! The opposite, honestly. I feel like we should each be our own cult. In fact, I think that might be all life is. Trying to get to a place where we truly, wholeheartedly believe in how life should be lived…I want to take all the good things we’ve ceded to religion and find a way to bring them into our secular, spiritual lives: community, gratitude, transcendence.
Just really a sense of high stakes in regular life. I mean, when eternal damnation is on the table, when your soul might wander in purgatory or be struck from the book of life, the stakes are undeniably high — but all our lives are high stakes all the time, because of the fallibility of our crude matter. We are all always going to die. This is always going to be the last time we are in any particular moment. How is that not the highest of stakes? And we are always living in a time of miracles. The Earth spins, and you do not fall off: this is a miracle! You sleep, and your cells repair themselves: this is a miracle!
Mainly, it’s a book about a group of friends losing and finding themselves amid grief, after a loss. Through an interesting, likable first person narrator.
Was I also an undeserving weirdo with survivors guilt and an absurd life? Yes, and some day I would eat the rich. But until that last feast, I will keep [feeding] people what they want to hear. I will rip my heart open. Conveniently, it happens to be behind my boobs.
This a witty, insightful book with a fantastic audiobook narrator. Grabbed me from the beginning.
We’re on the 3rd or 4th or 5th wave of feminism. We’ve survived pickup artists and hook up culture… but it’s still true that if you want a guy to stick around, it helps if you tell him you’re not ready to have sex yet. Among the things I hate myself for doing, this is the most reliable. I’ve developed a whole social theory to justify the deception to myself: boys are conditioned to believe that they are gross creatures who want to befoul everything, but that girls are pristine and without urge. This becomes a foundational truth, and to uphold it the existence of female is denied.
Thanks to NetGalley for an opportunity to read this advance reader copy in exchange for an honest review. 4.5 stars. Highly recommend!