June 19, 2026
I need to write the day I start drafting posts because sometimes they just sit there.
June 19, 2026
I need to write the day I start drafting posts because sometimes they just sit there.
This has been sitting in my drafts since I finished this book in June. I won't format this review like my usual ones. Heavy spoilers ahead, but reading this review/other equally scathing ones will save you the pain of reading this unsatisfactory novel.
My adult takeaway from this novel is managing expectations. We cannot be our perfect, idealized self, and others cannot expect us to be anything but ourselves. We cannot control how others behave, but we can control how we react to stimuli. Not ground-breaking lessons, but it's good to have reminders because I haven't learned this lesson and continue to have unrealistic expectations (bouts of delusion of grandeur) that impede my happiness.
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| From: Hemingway Bookstore |
I haven't read YA or Fantasy in a while because I am in my pretentious literati era—I say this as my compendium of Clarice Lispector stories, Pablo Neruda poems, and Anna Karenina lay unfinished on the side. I had just finished Beware of Pity before reading Fourth Wing. The sudden change is definitely whiplash-inducing, but Fourth Wing was necessary to reawaken me after being put to sleep.
YA, Fantasy, and Romantasy are fun. It's indulgent and nostalgic. It makes me giddy reading the same tropes and lusting over the cookie-cutter male lead with the female protagonist. It brings me back, and it's a great escape from life and the "serious" books I try to read.
This will discredit everything on this blog: I have pretty terrible taste and often poorly/unconfidently dissect media in a meaningful way. At the risk of incurring the ire of cinephiles, though chances are low since this is a small blog, which is why I'm brave enough to write opinions in this perceived vacuum, here are my thoughts on The Last Showgirl.
When the glittering Las Vegas revue she has headlined for decades announces it will soon close, showgirl Shelly sets out to plan her next act. Reconciling the decisions she's made, Shelly decides to repair her complicated relationship with her daughter.
I did not like the shallow depth of field. Bold for critiquing a Coppola's artistic direction! I feel validated because others have made the same complaints. This gripe is what pushed me to write this.
It's been a while. I had a draft for my 2024 wrap-up, but I never checked in on this blog since August...
I have already reached my 2025 reading challenge. My goal was 50 books. As usual, my challenge isn't composed of actual books. My 2024 challenge had a better ratio of novels to manga, but this year was terrible because I want to surpass my goal last year to get the Goodreads achievement. Pathetic!
I read manga when I don't want to read, which is very often, and it's difficult to stop once I start gorging. I picked up mangas I dropped, discovered new gems, and am trudging through many for closure.
After school, Sensei tutors me in secret. My classmates think we have some sort of relationship, but they've got it all wrong. Sensei is a serial killer, and I am his apprentice. "Sensei, please teach me how to murder." A dark love unfolds between a serial killer Sensei and his devoted apprentice!
Starting this list off on a weird start. I don't remember how I found this manga, but it's refreshing because I read a lot of fantasy, fluff, romance, and shoujo. Almost every chapter is about finding a serial killer and murdering them. Some arcs are longer than others. The art is relatively simple/bland, and despite revolving around killing, it's not all the gory. DINER by KAWAI Takanori is still the goriest and most messed up mangas I've encountered. There is an age gap romance subplot, but it's not the romance where you're cheering them on to end up together. It's more so hoping the Sensei character reveals their past with the FL, their MO for killing, etc.
FEB 4, 2023 - MAY 5, 2023
I spent my birthday bawling.
I made immense progress with this book while riding the subway to and from Brooklyn. The subway is the best way to get reading in. That said, this was not the right book choice because I got teary-eyed, and it's fucking heavy. My wrists!