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A review by gajanperry
Incidental Inventions by Elena Ferrante
4.0
Don't go to therapy; just read this book instead (or make your therapist read it).
"My mother was very beautiful and very clever, like all mammas, so I loved her and hated her. I began to hate her when I was around ten, maybe because I loved her so much that the idea of losing her threw me into a permanent state of anxiety, and to calm myself I had to belittle her." (p.73)
Also, I've never felt so seen as by the article on the nervous difficulty of leaving social situations (including ones which aren't even that pleasant).
"Maybe the truth is that saying goodbye seems to me a rejection of human warmth - even the minimal warmth that makes us feel solitude less. I mean real solitude, which rises up by surprise and lasts a few seconds, the solitude that derives not from lack of company or affection, but from our innate separateness from one another." (p.90)
"My mother was very beautiful and very clever, like all mammas, so I loved her and hated her. I began to hate her when I was around ten, maybe because I loved her so much that the idea of losing her threw me into a permanent state of anxiety, and to calm myself I had to belittle her." (p.73)
Also, I've never felt so seen as by the article on the nervous difficulty of leaving social situations (including ones which aren't even that pleasant).
"Maybe the truth is that saying goodbye seems to me a rejection of human warmth - even the minimal warmth that makes us feel solitude less. I mean real solitude, which rises up by surprise and lasts a few seconds, the solitude that derives not from lack of company or affection, but from our innate separateness from one another." (p.90)