Beautiful World, Where Are You
I love Sally Rooney because even when her characters are so pretentious and annoying that I want to claw my own eyes out, I am still invested.
There’s a smell
There’s a smell I can’t stop sensing, creeps up on me. So, I clean everything. Scrub until my hands are raw, we’re out of rubber gloves again. I put garlic to bed for the first time, separating cloves, the skin tissue paper thin and remind myself of futures where they might multiply, if I do…
Tampa and My Dark Vanessa
My Dark Vanessa is just a much more palatable level of disgusting, which I guess is the whole point of writing something like Tampa—to point that inconsistency out.
Good Company
Good Company by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney was exactly my cup of tea, delivered lukewarm.
The Push by Ashley Audrain
I could not stop reading this book. It’s taking up so much space in my mind, turning over just how brilliantly it was executed, how much it resonated with me. I haven’t loved a book this much in years.
It’s all Shit, Actually
Truly, I could read 1000 more pages of Lindy West just tearing apart my favourite childhood films with giddy acerbic wit. We can love what we love and still acknowledge the giant gaping plot holes or capital P Problematic casting and story issues. EVERYTHING IS FAIR GAME AND EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.
Freshwater
I was completely blown away by Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi. Published in 2018 to great acclaim it was never really on my radar probably because I really dislike the cover art, and that sometimes makes or breaks a book for me. But Emezi has a new novel coming out in August, The Death of Vivek…
Know My Name
This was such a powerful memoir, told through such an intimate tone that Chanel Miller felt like a friend, sister. I had followed the Brock Turner trial in real time as outraged as anyone else at the media spin and then the leniency. And I remember the day her victim statement was published and how…
Lindsay Gloade-Raining Bird 