Status Updates From Notes on an Execution

Oof this is rough

"Very few people believed that they were bad, and this was the scariest part. Human nature could be so hideous, but it persisted in this ugliness by insisting it was good."

You pray. In the next life, you hope you will be reincarnated as something softer-something that understands the innate sort of longing that makes a being whole. A graceful creature. Humming-bird. A dove.

It seems abundantly clear now, the opportunity you've wasted. There is good and there is evil, and the contradiction lives in everyone. The good is simply the stuff worth remembering. The good is the point of it all. The slippery thing you have always been chasing.

It arrives, at first, tingling small. Fleeting, a lump at the base of your throat. Something fragile and birdlike is trapped in your body, fluttering inconsolable.
Fear.
You swallow it in.

This book is utterly fantastic. I cannot explain why right now but the author has such a great way of writing. The different POVs are also spectacular. I cannot stop reading it.

The structure of the story is very captivating

Very good so far, interesting if you are at all familiar with the prison system and/or criminals.

just literally yelped out loud i’m scared i will admit

damn this might be too dark for me rn lol

finally some good fucking food

mds nenhuma experiencia é individual mesmo É PAIA

Wow this is incredible so far

Oh my gosh why have I kept this on my TBR for so many years without reading it!?

"saffy era comandante sim, mas ja tinha sido rapariga" sabias palavras

holy fucking shit

ik im tearing through this but omfg wow this is getting Good

Outside this room, the beating world continues. The sun is low and pinking. Tall grass splays across endless fields. The air smells, out there, like spruce and river, like salt and hydrangea. You see it all, a flash of perfect omniscience: the whole of the planet, orbiting carelessly, indifferent and vivid and stunning and cruel. It blinks at you, briefly, before moving on.

The government paid money for this glorified table and placed it in this room. The citizens of your very own country pay taxes to keep this operation running, to supply the three drugs that will flow through the IV. Your own neighbors, your mailman, your grocery store clerk, the single mother across the street—pay money to make sure your government can kill you in exactly this way.

Vamos voltar pra esse aqui que foi esquecido no churrasco.

Our alternate selves live in another dimension, multiplying, just outside our line of sight. I could be a writer, or a philosopher, or a baseball player. The possibilities are endless. They prove that who I am—my goodness or my badness—it’s fluctuating. Morality is not fixed. It’s fluid, ever-changing.

😃😀🙂😐😕🙁☹️

In most of your memories, your mother is gone. And before she is gone, always, she is leaving.

wey ya no quiero leer esto jaja

More smut and less serial killing than I’d hoped for…

Getting back into reading finally

Very good. Definitely into it. Enjoying the audio book version where the female parts are read by a woman and the boy parts by a boy, it’s a nice touch. 46% left and I’m very interested to find out how things play out as a lot has happened already I feel like 😊👍🏼👍🏼

This is weird and kinda creepy but I’m still kinda digging it

Very much enjoying it so far. Thank you Channy for another good recommendation 😊

ts is genuinely hurting me-

men never fail to pmo 🙂‍↔️