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Auf Erden sind wir kurz grandios by Ocean Vuong

reuterre's review against another edition

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reflective slow-paced

3.5

amaliabu's review against another edition

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5.0

Oh to write like Ocean Vuong… a stream of beautifully composed conversations that bore through my soul so reverently - this book will stick with me forever.

thewordsdevourer's review against another edition

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medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.25

charreadsalot's review against another edition

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4.0

I don’t think I’ve ever read a book like this before and I don’t think I’ll read one like it again, Vuong’s writing is incredible, it did not disappoint. I did get confused and lost in some parts of the book genuinely had no clue what was going on

kaileemily's review against another edition

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dark emotional sad fast-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? No

4.25

readingwithdiksha's review against another edition

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emotional hopeful inspiring reflective sad tense fast-paced

5.0

reader_divya123's review against another edition

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1.5

Terrible read with unnecessary metaphors that will leave your brain tired by the end of it.

a_gray's review against another edition

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5.0

What a beautiful novel. Vuong truly has a gift for finding the words to describe an exact emotion, feeling, moment. This book romanticizes life while trying to discover what life even is.

boldeststroke's review against another edition

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dark reflective sad

4.0

When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?

really grateful i was finally able to work up the courage to read this after having bought the novel so many years ago. i lost count of the amount of times i had to put it down and take a break from it to pace around my room. vuong toes the line between reality and reverie (because fantasy seems like the wrong word in his case) in a way that i would envy were it not for how devastating it is. to be the kind of person that can write this, especially knowing that the recipient can never read it, takes a willingness that i hardly think i have the guts to do. that sort of bravery is something i can only read about.