missy

Not every person who drives a car will be in a crash, not every cigarette smoker will die of lung cancer, and not every gun owner will use his gun to maim or kill himself or someone else. But people shoot other people with guns because they have guns, and people commit suicide with guns because they have guns, and the more guns there are to be bought and the more people there are to buy them, the more people will kill themselves and others with guns. This is not a moral or political statement—it is a question of pure mathematics. Hand out boxes of matches to twenty young children at a birthday party, and there is every chance that the house will burn down before the party is over.

im ok with vivid descriptions of vomit, shit (animal and human), piss, and period blood. i'm ok with the words cock and pussy being used 1000 times a page, with cocks being called pussies and pussies being called cocks, with balls being compared to peaches, with mermaid tails being compared to pussies. i'm ok with female characters that are so wholly unlikeable that i'm rooting for them to kill themselves. i'm ok with all of this if the book is good. unfortunately this book fucking sucks. was not expecting to have to sit through clinically written heterosexual sex scene after clinically written heterosexual sex scene after clinically written heterosexual sex scene. i think my balls shrunk three sizes reading this. i wish i were dead

reaaaly unsure of how i feel about this one it had me going crazy with intrigue in the first half and then things started to come together and realizing what was going on was just kinda disappointing... also i read this with my mom whos an addict in recovery and it would have been nice if i had known going in how much drugs and the process/feelings of getting high would be described. just a note for anyone with addiction issues to read with caution

i dont even know where to start i feel fucking crazy. the way tana french makes you feel like you know her protagonists so thoroughly that finishing the book leaves you with kind of grief like saying goodbye to a friend. the prose here is so beautiful that at times i had to stop reading and just let what i'd read sit with me.

“Do you see now why I believe in miracles? I used to imagine time folding over, the shades of our future selves slipping back to the crucial moments to tap each of us on the shoulder and whisper: Look, there, look! That man, that woman: they're for you; that's your life, your future, fidgeting in that line, dripping on the carpet, shuffling in that doorway. Don't miss it. How else could such a thing have happened?”

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I think it was only in that moment I believed she was dead, this girl I had never seen alive. I'll never be free of her. I wear her face; as I get older it'll stay her changing mirror, the one glimpse of all the ages she never had. I lived her life, for a few strange bright weeks; her blood went into making me what I am, the same way it went to make the bluebells and the hawthorn tree.

thought i knew where this was going multiple times but by the end i was so pleasantly surprised...and content bc there were so many opportunities for cop outs that wouldve been easy but so unsatisfying and im glad that was not the route taken. nat cassidy on my list of authors i will definitely keep up with for sure

I feel physically sick to my stomach and my whole body hurts from crying. this took me through the fucking ringer, making me weep for these strangers as well as for my own father now a year and a half gone as well as for my mother who is still around but who i find myself spontaneously crying over a night because dealing with one parents death has left me utterly crippled by the facts of death and how it comes for all of us, even for the ones you love and cant imagine being without. grief is so complex and so individual but there is something warm and comforting about sharing in someone elses, seeing parts of your own mourning reflected back and feeling connected to someone hundreds of miles away that you've never met all because you've shared in this specific kind of loss together, one that we will all have to wade through eventually. but not alone, even if all you've got is a connection through text on a page

huh....well the only positive thing i can say about this collection is that the cover is beautiful and also i only wasted 15 minutes of my time because it's super short. there's just nothing here, i don't understand the point of 80 pages of three-line poetry. very simply written, lacking any depth or reason for having been written, and all sounding as if they came from the mind of a 12 year old's tumblr

extremely interesting and intriguing what schulman has done here especially after having read ronan farrows catch and kill earlier this year. the first half was so enthralling i would give it alone 5 stars but i think there was some downtime within the last 100 pages that couldve been cut to keep the narrative flowing better

really conflicted on how i feel about this one. i think the writing here is nice but the execution of the plot is messy and does not come together in any coherent way by the end. i didnt feel connected enough to the main character to feel much of anything for her, i thought most of the side characters were obnoxious or one note, and yet despite all of that theres something i liked about this even though i couldnt tell you what it is LOL