Eunice (nerdytalksbookblog)’s Reviews > All Our Wrong Todays > Status Update

You love someone for fifty years and then they die. People talk about grief as emptiness, but it's not empty. It's full. Heavy. Not an absence to fill. A weight to pull. Your skin caught on hooks chained to rough boulders made of all the futures you thought you would have.

Oh my goodness what is happening!!!

We all feel like frauds. That's the secret of life. Everybody's winging it.

Part of the problem is this world is basically a cesspool of misogyny, male entitlement, and deeply demented gender constructs accepted as casual fact by outrageously large swaths of the human population.

It's weird to be nostalgic for experiences that both did and didn't exist.