gxuosi's Reviews (390)

3.33333 repeating. in the great words of vine: what the dog doin’?

this was actually a really good book but it suffered at my hands cause i didn’t wanna read… anything. me not wanting to read had nothing to do with this book lol

shut the fuck up that was so cute. her friends sort of suck ass and i hope she gets the hell away from them lmfaooo but a step at a time i suppose

dnf at 46%. there isn’t a single thing i can say that the 1 and 2 star reviews haven’t already said. the narrator is so deeply unlikable that i have to commend summers for capturing the pretentiousness of a boomer/gen x cusp egomaniac. what summers did fail to do though was make a character worth reading about. dorothy calls herself a “howling void” and doubles down on her intellectual and sexual superiority, which she won’t stop force feeding her reader without a single allegorical symbol. i am more familiar with dorothy’s vagina than i am with the parts under the hood of the car i’ve owned for the last 12 years. her entire story is direct, but passed through a word salad cheese grater; because of course she needs you to know she’s an excellent author—disregard that a good author makes their books readable rather than a mental exercise in misused, antiquated language. it turns out her “howling void” is nothing more than a complete lack of personality and a somehow boring recounting of her sex life and cannibalism.

dnf at 40%. i just couldn’t get through the slice of life going nowhere exposition, which makes up an alleged 90% of the book. san’s loneliness and isolation are of her own making as she is constantly surrounded by people, but chooses to not connect with them. the LGBTQIA tag really goes nowhere because it’s a fleeting childhood moment of tenderness and is never brought up within a reasonable context again. based on descriptions of how this book ends—including what’s described as poorly handled, left turn, shock value sexual violence—i just don’t see the point in finishing it.

fatima my angel baby

"to be homeless is to be ignored when people walk past, while still being in full view of everyone." it was raining. it was raining. it was raining. it was-

i don’t know that the poems or collection at large did what the book description claims they do

“for the rest of my life, i would remember all the shades of red satoru mentioned that day.” cool thanks im sobbing!

oh my goddddd. this was so good. trapped between worlds between identities between destinies. binti, girl you are everything.