The language in this book is sharp. Antara’s emotions are hazy and imprecise, but her physical sensations–pain, hunger, smells–are vivid. Bc she can barely perceive her emotional self! She’s astounded that her husband thinks in straight lines and can express words that pinpoint his thoughts. I really felt Antara’s sense of disconnection. Excellent and highly recommended 👍🏻
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Sheila died on April 6. The following day would have been her 12th birthday–although we invented that date based on a good guess, like we invented so much else for her. We defined the world for her and she defined the moments in it for us.
After a year when over half a million Americans died of a contagious virus, I’m weeping over a troublesome dog with bleeding in her pericardium. I’ve grieved for humans before, but Sheila was my first dog. When my dad died two years ago, my grief was an impossible knot of sorrow and anger and confusion and regret and sudden unwanted responsibilities. Grieving for a dog is different. My grief now is a hot, simple flame. I know I did everything for her. Nobody ever second-guessed too many head scratches or too many dawn walks. I loved her so hard. There’s no funeral to plan, no account passwords to recover, nobody else to call. This is it.
When she was young she spent considerable energy trying to bolt out the front door. We used to joke (“joke”) that she was in search of a better family.
In the end, of course, she stayed. She decided we were the best family for her after all.
Once she ate a rotting carp and half a bar of Ivory soap and vomited sudsy fish guts.
Sheila caused Brian a facial wound that required five stitches to repair (which she felt bad about) and a similar injury to a dogsitter for two stitches (which she did not).
She never regretted a dogfight.
She never cuddled, but if she was feeling affectionate she would butt her heavy, velvety skull into your palm, which was blissful.
Lately, Sheila and I spent roughly twenty-four hours a day together. She was exasperated when I coughed and I was annoyed when she licked her paws. We followed each other from room to room–if I’m unwary I will hear her toenails click now and cry again. She knew the time to about five minutes and could open doors without training or effort.
Despite being her last day, yesterday wasn’t her worst day (that would be the time she got her head stuck between the bars of our back gate). Her best day, like so many other dogs, was every literally every single other day of her life.
Gemstones infused with stormlight for Bk 4 of the sprawling, ambitious Stormlight Archive. 💎 This book is over 1,200 pages, took me two months to read, and I loved all of it. It feels like the middle book in a series in a good way. Sanderson has earned the space to develop complex characters. Kaladin Stormblessed struggles with both major depressive episodes (incl. suicidal ideation) and what’s basically PTSD. And when he does heroic feats, he’s not magically cured of those problems!
❝He lived on willpower alone. But what would happen when he ran out of strength? What would happen when he simply… couldn’t?❞
It shouldn’t be so radical but it’s refreshing and heart-wrenching. Also quick shout-out to my brightness Navani for being 40+ and a badass scholar, holding the tower together while being (in my head) totally foxy.
The writing in this slim book is sharp and alive. I loved the tight cast of characters and the interspersed Igbo phrases and slang. The story is absolutely brutal. 💔 All the content warnings for transphobic violence and incest.
I enjoyed this deeply weird book. 💜 I expected a modern gothic haunted castle story, and it has that, but then things go much further into 😳😳 territory. It doesn’t all totally make a ton of sense (her poor husband?!? the kidnapped girl?!?) but the author’s tone is so steady I just flowed along with all the delicious absurdity. And I are one of these cupcakes for breakfast.
Jess Kidd’s voice is unique and lively. I could read her writing all day and still be interested in the new angles she finds for sparkling words. The story was intriguing, excellent characters. Jess Kidd is becoming one of my favorites!
I LOVED the genuine creepiness of this gothic suspense story. I was surprised by the root of the evil in the house and super grossed out at least twice. The pacing was good, the setting unique, and I read it was optioned for a limited TV series!
Beautiful, dreamy, subtle prose but the story didn’t capture me. The characters are meant to feel somewhat dissociated from their own lives, which makes them hard to relate to. I liked the structure (slipping around in time) and the descriptions of British Columbia.