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How am i like 10% through this book already and it’s all been like 1. Lil bit of Exposition = They live in a haunted house for real, and 2. Two characters having sex really quickly and most of the book so far is just them thinking about the past while they lie in bed afterward

The way I have to take so many notes with this book to keep up with the name dropping 💀

where is my mind, amirite brother

Not me crying in Irish trains rn

I’m literally 17 pages away from the end…but they’re like dying of thirst and I’m losing the will to continue on :(

The salamanders…he really thought he finally lost it

Just realized this part of the book is set at the same time as the Vancouver 2010 Olympics. Beautiful. What a time to be alive.

Just got out of the pig farm, that was fucking roughhhh

“But you aren’t really looking!” she exclaimed. “You are—” She flipped through her dictionary. “Wool, gathering!”
“That’s true,” I said. “I am woolgathering.”
“You are thinking about your friend,” she said. “That’s why you don’t want to listen to me.”
“But Rózsa. Don’t you ever like to . . . to do woolgathering?”
“No! I am not a dreamer!”

This Rózsa is rlly smth

“TOMORROW WE GO TO THE GREAT PLAIN.”

“‘In Turkey? You wouldn’t have a nervous breakdown. You’d give them a nervous breakdown.’ I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.”

Man oh man

Read the first page and it’s already so beautiful. Every word is poetry and vulgar and so so real. Thank you Ocean Vuong

Post-carnival, getting good. Sylvia says to not trust people with knuckle tattoos, but I wonder what she would think of the métis body piercer who comes into my work to buy dried mango and has THEY/THEM tattooed across their knuckles.

I don’t know what “page” I’m on, because my pdf has way more pages than this default goodreads edition, but I have about 4.5 hours left. Everything’s coming together.

Welcome back, book I was reading in Grade 8 at the insistence of my socials teacher/librarian but then stopped reading when the book was due.

Romance book be romancing.

Why are we doing math rn

I think I get what’s bothering me. The tension and infatuation of first love that is making Selin so muted and seemingly unable to just be natural is familiar, but it’s familiar not to my 18 year old self but to my 13 year old self. This is very frustrating because I want her to be past this. I guess this is the problem of having read a more confident experienced Selin in Either/Or first. Sigh.

I’m not even halfway through, but somehow it’s already the end of the school year. The way Selin and Ivan are losing things to say is making me lose hope. Is it possible that no one has ever drawn Ivan Varga? I already know how to visualize Selin bc it’s just Elif, but I need some kind of reference point for a frizzyhaired bespectacled Hungarian math student that someone could be infatuated with. Poor Selin.

“The wounded man was Prince Andrei Bolkonski.” I audibly gasped.

The answers to the questions of moss sex life can not be asked for, only observed..

Did not expect this historiography section to go so hard.