I fell in love with David Lynch when I watched Blue Velvet for the first time. His world, filled with strangeness, deformity, eroticism, a peculiar beauty and love for the past, resonated with me, right away. Later, when I was living in London, I bought his book Catching the Big Fish that ended up inspiring me a lot.
Andava para ler um livro da Svetlana desde que ganhou o Prémio Nobel. Não sou uma leitora que procura ler todos os vencedores, mas fiquei muito intrigada com a natureza da obra da autora e jornalista bielorrussa. Quando vi a série Chernobyl e descobri que se serviram do livro Vozes de Chernobyl para a criarem, percebi que esta obra, publicada pela editora 2020 seria o meu ponto de partida.
A few months ago, I read Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud by Anne Helen Petersen and there was a chapter about women and literature, and more specifically, about Jennifer Weiner and her feud with Jonathan Franzen. That made me want to read one of her books to see how I felt about her work. When I saw that her latest one - Mrs. Everything - was coming out this Summer, I knew I had to read it! I didn’t really enjoy it, however.
What Red Was by Rosie Price was such a pleasant surprise. Crown Publishing pitched this book to me and, although the premise sounded interesting, I didn’t really know what to expect, especially because it focused on a difficult topic. But Rosie Price reminded me a bit of Sally Rooney and we all know how I feel about Rooney!
A couple of months ago, when I was looking up the upcoming releases, I felt extremely intrigued by We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir by Samra Habib. I knew I had to read it. I wanted to understand what’s the journey like for a Muslim and queer person. And, I am so glad I read this book. Samra is such a brave and inspiring person and reading her memoir was such fulfilling and tender experience.
Three Women by Lisa Taddeo has been everywhere. It was one of my most anticipated Summer releases and has been described as the book of the Summer. Words like “extraordinary” and “profound” keep popping up in reviews. My expectations were high. What follows is however an unpopular opinion. Perhaps, the only negative review I’ve seen around. But things are what they are. I didn’t enjoy this book. I didn’t think it was good. I am in the minority, though.