La vergüenza

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Funny story: I went to my local bookstore and saw this book, thought it looked pretty, read the blurb and saw it was about an abortion. It piqued my interest, but I didn't buy it at the moment. Flash forward a few weeks later and I'm back, I don't remember the name or the author but I know it's pink with a girl on it; eventually I spotted this one, and was so delighted at having found it that I bought it right then and there. Turns out the book I was looking for was in fact another one by this author, and it just happens to have a cover that looks almost exactly just like this one. Haha. Anyway. This was so fucking boring.

It's like she had this thing that happened and she wanted to talk about it, mentioned the thing, then started rambling about the geography of her childhood hometown, and the French language. I was bored out of my wits, and the only reason I finished this was because I'd already bought it, and it was very short. I know Annie has won the Nobel prize, but now I don't even want to read the book I was looking for initially, I'm completely put off by her writing. I feel awful for saying this about a memoir—which I usually enjoy reading even if, as is the case here, I don't know the person the book is about—, but I felt nothing reading this, past the initial scene which did genuinely make me interested.

So, this was a disappointing start to my 2023 reading journey. No me tumba un viento frío, though. Onwards!