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lilanye's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
3.0
The Cost of Living is a memoir, the second book in Deborah Levy’s Living Autobiography trilogy. While I loved the first book of essays in the trilogy, this one did not hit the spot.
This book was strongest when it was discussing feminist issues; nameless wives, men taking space, that scene in the train… It had a feeling of Woolf’s room of one’s own, yet never fully engaging with the concept. Instead, the narration was full of rambling fillers that made me unfocused from what I thought was the main theme, and just tired. I kept hoping for a point to arise.
Is it sacrilege to hope this was more edited in substance?
Beautifully written and eloquent, yet left me feeling a little empty.
funmilayo's review against another edition
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
4.25
heylisamichelle's review against another edition
emotional
funny
reflective
medium-paced
3.75
lyrical prose and sharp insights - not sure why it took me so long to work my way through this one but i definitely appreciated it
redflyingbook's review against another edition
3.0
hat mich nicht 100%ig abgeholt, aber "night wandering" war toll und die seiten gegen ende ebenso
conni3reads's review against another edition
5.0
“'So, she said, 'can you see yourself living with someone again?'
'At a distance," I replied. 'Long distance?
'No,' she said, 'too much happens between departing and arriving to live long distance.
The cells in the body change between the space of departing and arriving.”
There are very few books I find perfect, and this is one of them. Deborah Levy’s writing fits in my brain like it’s shaped just for the holes that exist in it.
I feel a deep connection to the softness in which she writes of deep sorrow and loss. Loving people and shedding skin in a cycle like a snake.
There’s a tremendous sense of rebirth and “learning to walk again” in this book.
I feel very grateful that I’ve found solace and understanding in this book over many years. It’s a short read but i kept delaying finishing it, somehow like I knew that the next chapters would be more applicable as I grew.
I started this book when I went to Paris alone for the first time, and I finished it in New York 2 years later. It’s been almost everywhere with me in this weird cycle of life. I feel like I’ve grown with it.
'At a distance," I replied. 'Long distance?
'No,' she said, 'too much happens between departing and arriving to live long distance.
The cells in the body change between the space of departing and arriving.”
There are very few books I find perfect, and this is one of them. Deborah Levy’s writing fits in my brain like it’s shaped just for the holes that exist in it.
I feel a deep connection to the softness in which she writes of deep sorrow and loss. Loving people and shedding skin in a cycle like a snake.
There’s a tremendous sense of rebirth and “learning to walk again” in this book.
I feel very grateful that I’ve found solace and understanding in this book over many years. It’s a short read but i kept delaying finishing it, somehow like I knew that the next chapters would be more applicable as I grew.
I started this book when I went to Paris alone for the first time, and I finished it in New York 2 years later. It’s been almost everywhere with me in this weird cycle of life. I feel like I’ve grown with it.
tildahlia's review against another edition
4.0
Going through a divorce makes you seek out a lot of divorce content, and this book was great. It was melodic and meandering in ways that felt so relatable. Often breakups aren't really about the big bang and are more about finding your feet in the aftermath in the ordinariness of life. Levy captured this in such a subtle way, as she described how she found her new family, home and writing routines. I really enjoyed this.
cheyenneisreading's review against another edition
informative
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
5.0