For the one millionth time I just finished Radio silence (perfect way to start off pride) and for the millionth time I am crying and for the one millionth time I so badly want the life of Frances and for the one millionth time I have goosebumps.
And every time, I have fallen in love with this story.
getting drunk and going on pinterest to look at images there is just no feeling like it
hell is other people
hell is a physics lab where you get a migraine squinting at tiny images on mirrors, stab yourself in the eye with a travelling microscope and have a one in ten chance of getting a working galvanometer or voltmeter
brown girls are so aggressive when someone else is in the kitchen with them
rivals to lovers where the girl thinks they’re mortal enemies and the guy thinks they’re just flirting
“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.
the lines “this has always been a family story” and “this is the kind of family they are” are SICKENING in the context of a series that starts with “the campers here, they're mostly good people. after all, we're extended family, right? we take care of each other” and ends with “family, luke. you promised”
bee: "my laptop is overheating. i think it has a fever." eagle: "at least it has a better immunity system than you do." *cue indignant jaw dropping*
I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.
Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.
And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.
"it doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books."
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