A review by woolfnabokov
Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

My lack of rating does NOT mean I don’t like this btw. I actually really do! I just find that it feels so personal and nuanced that I couldn’t possibly give a rating from 1-5⭐️ simply because I don’t have a basis on how to. If you asked me to describe the book, I really wouldn’t be able to; and I fear that the lack of ‘plot’ might shoo potential readers away. I really think it’s ok to enter it even without any prior expectations. This feels like a diary of a singular and specific person yet somehow it manages to universally touch a collective identity. These aren’t just questions that one specific person asks, they’re actually very common, it just depends on what strikes us exactly to ask such, and what brief observations lead us to further introspection