I’ll probably need even more downtime to recover, as I expect the time until exams to be extra dramatic this covid-riddled year. So I don’t think any of these books will get started before 10th of December, at the very least. I want to make a summary update of this years TBR posts at the end of the year as well, but before that – why don’t I make another TBR with the books I might read between now and next semester start in early january? Take into account that it’s exam season, but it finished up early for me this year. This year I’ve only made two smaller TBR lists Spring TBR! & Queer TBR of June for #PrideLibrary20. I knew I would have less time, but the actual time I did have to myself, let alone to read for fun, was still so much less than expected. A good, swift journey for those who care to venture back to that painful place (left behind in adolescence by most practical people) where one can actually die from too much love.Last year, 2019, I made a TBR for the whole year, with very varying results as I did not take enough into account the fact that I was going to university for the first time, hahha. The Girl is a slip of a book, just over a hundred pages long, no more than one evening's read and in the tradition of Elizabeth Smart's cult classic By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, it makes romantic suffering something of epic proportions. No matter what, some people, like some smells, will always find you." Honeycomb, and Gold Flake cigarettes and Fa Fresh deodorant. but one day you can smell a smell that will knock you over with longing. "You can run through continents and hide in small towns. While Luke was "rutting his way across East Asia", The Girl was drowning in the realisation that she would never escape him. Luke's love for The Girl was a "souvenir from an exotic holiday", but for her, it was everything. Luke, her American lover with "thighs muscled with a lifetime of swift escapes", has left, and gone is the contentment of the "wash basin full of twos-two plates, two water glasses? two shiny silver forks". "I had given my heart so freely that I could have been an infant throwing my stuffed yellow duck at a stranger who passed my window," says The Girl. Though it may seem sentimentally overblown, The Girl works because it is above all, a candid expression of a universally tortuous human experience- lopsided love. The plot of the story thickens from the diary of the dead girl
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