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I don’t wanna hear it 💀

Not nearly as good as the first one 🥲 but I need to read 17 books to catch up to my reading goal, so 🤷‍♀️

not sure how i feel about it, but it's really good discussing it with my book club members!

I’m obsessed

This kind of reminds me of Bunny by Mona Awad tbh

“‘The changes.’ I thought for a moment. They were slow changes compared to anything that might happened here, but it took a plague to make some of the people realize that things could change.”

“…Beauty has historically defended replication. We make more of anything we find aesthetically pleasing, whether it’s a vase, a painting , a chalice, a poem. We reproduce in order to keep it, extend it through space and time. To gaze at what pleases….is in itself, replication—the image prolonged in the eye, making more of it, making it last.”

“We were exchanging truths, I realized, which is to say, we were cutting one another.”

Girl wtf is this booookk 😭😭

I swear, if the author writes one more metaphor or simile, I’m going to scream

“When I first started writing, I hated myself for being so uncertain, about images, clauses, ideas, even the pen or journal I used. Everything I wrote began with ‘maybe’ and ‘perhaps’ and ended with ‘I think’ or ‘I believe.’ But my doubt is everywhere, Ma. Even when I know something to be true as none I fear the knowledge will dissolve, will not, despite my writing it, stay real.”

“To destroy a people, then, is to set them back in time.”

“When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”

“A day off meant we could do thing we’d always meant to do…. We just wanted to hit the reset button. We just wanted to feel flush with time to do thing of no quantifiable value, our hopeful side pursuits like writing or drawing or something, something other than what we did for money…. And even if we didn’t get around to it that day, our free day. Maybe it was enough to feel the possibility….”

“Who knew what was true. The sheer density of information and misinformation at the End, encapsulated in news articles and message-board theories and clickbait traps that had propagated hysterically through tweets and reshares, had effectively rendered us more ignorant, more helpless, more innocent in our stupidity.”

“At work, they knew me to be capable but fragile. Quiet, clouded up with daydreams. Usually diligent, though sometimes inconsistent, moody. But also something else, something implacable: I was unsavvy in some fundamental, uncomfortable way. The sound of my loud, nervous laugh, like gargling gravel, was a social liability.”

“It’s always seemed to me….that kindness to other people comes with it own reward. It can be immediately felt. And the only thing i can see that a belief in divinity makes possible in this world is a right toward cruelty—the belief in an afterlife being the real life…not here. People need a sense of righteousness to take things from others…to carry out violence. Divinity gives them that….”

“The idea of forgiveness repulses her. She won’t even believe in God because she can’t believe in anyone who would forgive her for what she did.”

Though Jenny wanted her name said: May, May. The name that asked permission, a permission that is not Jenny‘s to give, but which, if it were “, she would like to grant to anyone who asked for it.

Tbh not sure how I feel about this?

“…But I guessed that’s why they thanked soldiers for their sacrifices and memorialized them in their deaths. Thanks for sacrificing your life to the stock market …. Thanks for fertilizing the crooked, house-of-cards economy with your blood. Thanks for losing your limbs so I can live without ever once considering the repercussions of my mindless consumption. Thank you for your service, son.”