Rating

★★★☆☆

Category

literature

Read

2024-04-26

Pages

656

Well written and ultimately a good arc, just needed it to be shorter. Lost interest through the middle.

People imagined poems were wispy things, she said, frilly things, like lace doilies. But in fact they were like claws, like the metal spikes mountaineers use to find purchase on the sheer face of a glacier.

Everything he says he makes it sound like he’s donating a Ming vase to a museum

The thought of addressing it actually seems in some ways worse to us than being killed by it. Or put it another way, the thought of no longer being ourselves is harder for us to get our head around than the thought of being dead.