A review by dreamgirlreading
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

4.0

I’m not sure why I’ve always felt so connected to this book. I’ve read it at many different times in my life, as many different versions of myself. From 15ish-30ish, at least five times. Some reads I’ve taken it literally like yeah, wouldn’t it freaking SUCK to wake up as a big bug? In darker times, I felt deeply similarly to Gregor as a very depressed person who struggles with isolation and forcing themselves out of bed, contemplating suicide. My re-read this year felt like a combination of all the past reads. I felt the existential dread and thought about where you cross the line between human and monster. I saw how deeply Gregor loved his family and how completely burnt out he was from providing everything for them with no gratitude. What are we worth to each other? 

Ultimately…. F*** Gregor’s family!!! If I turned into a big cockroach (literally or metaphorically), I hope my loved ones would try to understand me and support me instead of being repulsed and turning against me.

I’ll read and resonate with you again in 3-5 years The Metamorphosis, thanks for the memories even if they weren’t so great 😔