pomfret

dear God, writing a review is not going to be enough. need to discuss every word and sentence in this book with someone for 5 hours 46 minutes 52 seconds.

how does claire keegan write so devastatingly?

her every word is a gut punch. I remember lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for so long after I read small things like this and now I'm feeling the same way, like something walked right through me and kidnapped my entire soul after I just finished 'so late in the day' . she writes like she reads my thoughts and memories and they are so irrevocably sad by their honesty and lack of pretense. it's like holding my shadow at gunpoint and asking why it follows me. she asks questions that have answers but cannot be answered. I'm so overwhelmed by her power over both words and silence.

just realised that I read this in the pride month!!

it gave me such an irresistible urge to hug myself because I remembered being in high school and in love.

This made me so extremely sad, I want to cry. I felt every word, every alphabet, every unfinished parable and the punctuations in between and it was visceral.

Such a chaotic read! For most parts, felt like a Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine x My Husband crossover, and super riveting. Very adventurous because at times the crazy narcissistic rambles are actually real and relatable? And then it gets progressively unhinged ane problematic. Couldn't put it down and finished it in a day! Been a while since I've done that. Classic weird girl lit and the unreliable narrator is just a cherry on top xoxo