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A review by potatq
Alone with You in the Ether by Olivie Blake
5.0
“If this is what it is to burn, then I will be worth more as scattered ash than any of my unscathed pieces.”
“Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it is violent? Can you love it even when it does not love me?”
“I love him, and for a moment, it doesn’t matter whether he loves her back. It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage.”
This book is hope, time, space, dreams, bees, hexagons, identity, pain, suffering, connections, burning, complexities, and most of all - love.
Both wrong and right. All at once. All of it the same, only slightly different. Perfectly imperfect in all its crevices. A love story but not really. Maybe pretentious but fiercely heartfelt. Consistently inconsistent because that’s the fucking point. It is both nothing and everything. An infinite paradox.
This is art, a mathematical equation, a perfect circle.
This book breathed air into my lungs and gave life to my soul; I didn’t realize I was going without both for so long.
I anoint it Favorite Read of 2022.
My dead cold heart got revived. Parang ang sarap magmahal at masaktan?? “It is so perilously wonderful to suffer so sweetly with you” had me screaming and punching the air.
P.S. This is definitely not for everyone’s taste, and this is NOT a romance. This is about 2 mentally unwell people who find solace in each other (co-dependency but whatever, I choose to ignore that).
“Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it is violent? Can you love it even when it does not love me?”
“I love him, and for a moment, it doesn’t matter whether he loves her back. It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage.”
This book is hope, time, space, dreams, bees, hexagons, identity, pain, suffering, connections, burning, complexities, and most of all - love.
Both wrong and right. All at once. All of it the same, only slightly different. Perfectly imperfect in all its crevices. A love story but not really. Maybe pretentious but fiercely heartfelt. Consistently inconsistent because that’s the fucking point. It is both nothing and everything. An infinite paradox.
This is art, a mathematical equation, a perfect circle.
This book breathed air into my lungs and gave life to my soul; I didn’t realize I was going without both for so long.
I anoint it Favorite Read of 2022.
My dead cold heart got revived. Parang ang sarap magmahal at masaktan?? “It is so perilously wonderful to suffer so sweetly with you” had me screaming and punching the air.
P.S. This is definitely not for everyone’s taste, and this is NOT a romance. This is about 2 mentally unwell people who find solace in each other (co-dependency but whatever, I choose to ignore that).