Dec 2, 2025
The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis
I dream of one day being able to see the small ironies that make up human existence with the clarity with which CS Lewis does.
I dream of one day being able to see the small ironies that make up human existence with the clarity with which CS Lewis does.
I am working on this theory that if you can genuinely understand and empathize with both perspectives in It’s not about the nail then you probably don’t need to read this book.
It’s like saying “I’m tired of everyone talking about American food, there is more to food than that! So here is my Thai-Nigerian-Mexican-Japanese-Canadian-inspired ground beef patty sandwich. Just a confused hamburger.
I’ve recently discovered that progression fantasy books are crack to me
Yet here you are, stringing together days like flowers in your crown.
The scrappy go-gettem bildungsroman in the first half was enjoyable, the absurd Antarctic interlude scratched my itch for melancholy whimsy, but the last portion of the book was a slog.
I want to paint flowers all over my body now (but that’s it, I swear)
What a pleasure, to get to read this book as I drifted off to sleep each night, my eyes slowly closing, my mind wandering off, carried by the turbulent eddies of this story into my own fantastical dreams.
It’s like The Road except instead of dying everyone ends up in The Handmaids Tale.
Yes, it was too long, but I have read longer books and enjoyed them. This one was too long because it spent like 400 pages wallowing in some neckbeard power fantasy.
12 research papers—one per chapter—explained in layman’s terms. This was a really interesting way to consume research I would have never touched otherwise.
A Hex upon the Indigo employee that convinced me to buy not just this long-ass book, but its two long-ass sequels as well (which I’ve since returned).
Yes, it was too long, but I have read longer books and enjoyed them. This one was too long because it spent like 400 pages wallowing in some neckbeard power fantasy.
There is scorn at the bottom of DFW’s writing. Scorn because he is more conscious than the people around him, and this makes him excluded.
The Victorian equivalent of the tumblr page of a 16 year old emo kid.
After being beaten, robbed, conscripted, lost, convicted, etc., Candide begins to understand the world in a different light.
"Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of site, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time."
It was like reading an annotated, pared-down anthology of the top cancer papers of the past 100 years.
Drivel. Nothing but sex and fridging. How this managed to win any sort of award, even in the 70s, is totally beyond me.
I have an insane level of respect for Tamsyn Muir for being able to do this in a fantasy/sci-fi without making anything feel tokenized.
One of the worlds most well-known love stories, set in a painstakingly rendered 15th century Paris
This book ripped the door right off my temple and has brought into full view the grinding paradox that I have been blithely skipping around on my way through the rat race.
And here, next to the cage of internet trolls, we have a group of people who actually believe they sleep with Severus Snape sometimes!
This was not a good book. The bones were there, but jenga-ed into a precarious tower that toppled in chapter 2. The reviews are so frighteningly good it makes me wonder whether I have lost touch with the genre, or my sanity.
A clever juxtaposition that highlights how excellently humans are able to normalize things that are anything but
A candid peek into a side of America that I had only ever seen in YouTube videos - mostly those involving people with too-small shirts screaming in Walmarts, waving 2L bottles of soda over their heads as their waist-high children look on in terror.
I have always treated your ethnicity as something novel about you, and nothing more. Until this book, I never appreciated the weight that you must carry as you move through an apathetic world.
The only saving grace of this book was that it was so short that it made counting the pages until the end easy…
This was a highly relevant book for me, but not because it is about a global pandemic…