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- STATION ELEVEN by Emily St. John Mandel was a revelation. I don't know how to describe this read. To me, it felt like Cormac McCarthy's THE ROAD by way of Patricia A. McKillip (author of ALPHABET OF THORN). Imagine if a fairytale is a sieve--you pour an experience through and things get left behind, a rind of horror, grief too large to slip through the holes, a jagged piece of hope. But the fairytale recasts it. It's now familiar and worn, and something you revisit in the dark and in secret, sifting through the pieces and finding meaning. That is this book.
- STATION ELEVEN by Emily St. John Mandel was a revelation. I don& #39;t know how to describe this read. To me, it felt like Cormac McCarthy& #39;s THE ROAD by way of Patricia A. McKillip (author of ALPHABET OF THORN). Imagine if a fairytale is a sieve--you pour an experience through and things get left behind, a rind of horror, grief too large to slip through the holes, a jagged piece of hope. But the fairytale recasts it. It& #39;s now familiar and worn, and something you revisit in the dark and in secret, sifting through the pieces and finding meaning. That is this book.
- STATION ELEVEN by Emily St. John Mandel was a revelation. I don't know how to describe this read. To me, it felt like Cormac McCarthy's THE ROAD by way of Patricia A. McKillip (author of ALPHABET OF THORN). Imagine if a fairytale is a sieve--you pour an experience through and things get left behind, a rind of horror, grief too large to slip through the holes, a jagged piece of hope. But the fairytale recasts it. It's now familiar and worn, and something you revisit in the dark and in secret, sifting through the pieces and finding meaning. That is this book.
- When I was in my teens, I had bad skin. Not a smattering of hormonal zits that disappears the next week, but the kind of painful, under-the-skin cysts that never pops but just “lurks about in a red manner” (thank you, Louise Rennison, for that line). Acne affected my self-confidence, and while platforms like Instagram are great because you can curate how/when/what you reveal of yourself, they can be damaging too. One of my characters in The Gilded Wolves, Zofia, struggles with her skin. She doesn’t punish herself for feeling bad about her face, even if I did as a teen. As a teen, I wanted to be seen as desperately as I did not want to be looked at all, and Zofia is in some ways wish-fulfillment, someone who realizes that even if an ailment was “skin deep,” the consequent emotions aren’t shallow, that even if it went away, that feeling of isolation would be its own scar to overcome and, with time, fade.
- When I was in my teens, I had bad skin. Not a smattering of hormonal zits that disappears the next week, but the kind of painful, under-the-skin cysts that never pops but just “lurks about in a red manner” (thank you, Louise Rennison, for that line). Acne affected my self-confidence, and while platforms like Instagram are great because you can curate how/when/what you reveal of yourself, they can be damaging too. One of my characters in The Gilded Wolves, Zofia, struggles with her skin. She doesn’t punish herself for feeling bad about her face, even if I did as a teen. As a teen, I wanted to be seen as desperately as I did not want to be looked at all, and Zofia is in some ways wish-fulfillment, someone who realizes that even if an ailment was “skin deep,” the consequent emotions aren’t shallow, that even if it went away, that feeling of isolation would be its own scar to overcome and, with time, fade.
- When I was in my teens, I had bad skin. Not a smattering of hormonal zits that disappears the next week, but the kind of painful, under-the-skin cysts that never pops but just “lurks about in a red manner” (thank you, Louise Rennison, for that line). Acne affected my self-confidence, and while platforms like Instagram are great because you can curate how/when/what you reveal of yourself, they can be damaging too. One of my characters in The Gilded Wolves, Zofia, struggles with her skin. She doesn’t punish herself for feeling bad about her face, even if I did as a teen. As a teen, I wanted to be seen as desperately as I did not want to be looked at all, and Zofia is in some ways wish-fulfillment, someone who realizes that even if an ailment was “skin deep,” the consequent emotions aren’t shallow, that even if it went away, that feeling of isolation would be its own scar to overcome and, with time, fade.
- What's on your summer TBR? Top of mine is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. I tried to read it my freshman year of college mostly to be a pretentious fiend (because correcting people who called you an English major when you were specializing in 14th century BritLit wasn't enough), but IT WAS TOO HARD and I ended up carrying it around in an obvious bid of: "ask me what I'm reading!" No one asked. However, because this is a delicate beast of a book at a door-stopping 700 pages, it is possible no one asked because they confused it for obscure weaponry. #thisdedicationishilarious #admiremygothcandle
- What& #39;s on your summer TBR? Top of mine is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. I tried to read it my freshman year of college mostly to be a pretentious fiend (because correcting people who called you an English major when you were specializing in 14th century BritLit wasn& #39;t enough), but IT WAS TOO HARD and I ended up carrying it around in an obvious bid of: "ask me what I& #39;m reading!" No one asked. However, because this is a delicate beast of a book at a door-stopping 700 pages, it is possible no one asked because they confused it for obscure weaponry. #thisdedicationishilarious #admiremygothcandle
- What's on your summer TBR? Top of mine is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. I tried to read it my freshman year of college mostly to be a pretentious fiend (because correcting people who called you an English major when you were specializing in 14th century BritLit wasn't enough), but IT WAS TOO HARD and I ended up carrying it around in an obvious bid of: "ask me what I'm reading!" No one asked. However, because this is a delicate beast of a book at a door-stopping 700 pages, it is possible no one asked because they confused it for obscure weaponry. #thisdedicationishilarious #admiremygothcandle

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