Various thoughts about a wide variety of books. By no means every book I’ve read, and I give no guarantee of relative literary value. Yay books.
The entire book is a personification of that feeling when you think you know someone well and then become aware there was this whole other secret world percolating underneath them all along that you knew nothing of.
I thought I had a knowledge of cancer before this book, but now I understand it more, in all of its feverish complexity and horrifying beauty. This book is elegant, extraordinarily insightful, and important.
“Chet brightened up and hastened back inside the shop. There he purchased, progressively, a handful of chocolate bars, a bottle of lemon soda, half a pound of fig crackers, three oranges, two ice cream cones and a small bottle of pickles. He ate all of these in the course of an hour.”
I have a picture in a book. It’s for the Learning to Love You More project, an experiment of Harrell Fletcher and Miranda July.