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A review by khopeisz
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin
3.0
this book serves as proof that I’ve graduated beyond the type of books about the internalized unraveling of a millennial woman. Presently it is not my preference to read a book about a person who is so self involved with their own anxieties they lose all sense of motivation and self preservation. I am that type of person already (at least from time to time); seeing some of my habits reflected on the page unfortunately did not make an enjoyable reading experience for me. This was insufferable, though the ending was somewhat of a poignant relief even if not all was resolved (what are we doing about Jeff? Eli? The homophobia).
I almost dnf’d this book a few times but pressed on as I know it’s a literary darling for many people. Would appreciate we put an end to the Fleabag comparisons, though. While Fleabag’s thoughts were interwoven throughout the episodes, we weren’t constantly trapped in them like we are in this book. This book reminded me more of My Year of Rest and Relaxation, a book that I did read at the right time, whose only saving grace for me, after a very long a frustrating battle inside the main character’s head, was the ending.
I don’t know how to rate this book because part of me is like, “is there a successful way of writing something like this where I would enjoy it?” and the other part of me is like “screw it I didn’t enjoy it, and that’s my review!” And I’m gonna lean into the latter. 3 ⭐️ to sort of signify this mental skirmish of a book that I can acknowledge was engaging and written well enough for what it was.
I almost dnf’d this book a few times but pressed on as I know it’s a literary darling for many people. Would appreciate we put an end to the Fleabag comparisons, though. While Fleabag’s thoughts were interwoven throughout the episodes, we weren’t constantly trapped in them like we are in this book. This book reminded me more of My Year of Rest and Relaxation, a book that I did read at the right time, whose only saving grace for me, after a very long a frustrating battle inside the main character’s head, was the ending.
I don’t know how to rate this book because part of me is like, “is there a successful way of writing something like this where I would enjoy it?” and the other part of me is like “screw it I didn’t enjoy it, and that’s my review!” And I’m gonna lean into the latter. 3 ⭐️ to sort of signify this mental skirmish of a book that I can acknowledge was engaging and written well enough for what it was.