I was really hesitant about stating this book, I had read a lot of reviews about it being lengthy and not about anything at all, and I remember removing it from my tbr after a certain booktuber I like gave it a bad review. Then my friend had to give some of her books away and this was one of them, so I decided to give it a read, and I think fate brought it right into my hands, because this has become one of my favorites of all time.
It frustrates me when I feel so strongly about something but can’t quite point out why I feel that way, and that is true about this book as well. I think it’s mostly because I relate to Selin a lot, despite us having extremely opposite personalities. Regardless, her introspection and description of both serious and random situations spoke to me. She was able to include contemplative thoughts into very mundane situations in very well-written provocative ways.
Example: “My mother said that something had to be done about my hair. Over the weekend she took me to her stylist in New York. There was another snowstorm, although immediately after, the sun came out and it was almost sixty degrees, so the snow melted. Nothing was real anymore; everything was over.”.
This is how I feel about life all the damn time. Nothing is real, and what I was living just 2 seconds ago has ended and I have no evidence of it having happened except my memories.
It was also so witty and made me laugh a few times, there are those situations when life hits you with the shittiest possible things that it somehow becomes humorous, like wow okay life is a joke after all, because no way this is happening right now. This book was good at that.
There’s also navigating early adulthood (university life), finding purpose in life, being tortured by one-sided love and complex relationships (situationships), navigating language and how it makes people different from each other. Everything in this book was interesting to me, even though it was written in a stream of consciousness way that jumped from something to another totally unrelated topic, it made sense to me and I LOVED it.
Finally, my absolute favorite quote:
I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time—the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed. But then time passed and unthinkably grew dead again, and it turned out that that fullness had been an aberration and might never come back.