the most dreary vampire story ever. this vampire is young, just turned adult and so she is not dracula level rich yet. she doesnt even earn money yet. she just started working as an intern at an art gallery. she is weak-willed, sluggish, and constantly hungry. she only consumes pig blood and when she fails to buy one for the first time (her vampire mother did this task for her before), she just sort of gives up. no hunting, no checking the grocery store, nada. she just went on sniffing the first guy who befriended her, stayed home and binge-watched "what i eat in a day" videos on youtube then imagined eating all the food she cant ever eat.
however, even though the main character herself was dull, the narration was rich in detail. it was hypnotic. this story is a meditation on art, solitude, identity, and life. cant decide if i enjoyed it.
“I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.”
Disgusting, horrid plot but masterfully crafted. Gorgeous prose, impeccable storytelling. I devoured this.
“Separation cannot kill love, as you know, but it is an agony nonetheless.”
The only part I knew before reading this book is that Psyche is not allowed to see Eros's face, so reading this book is such a treat for me. However, after reading other reviews, it seems like this book is more re-imagining than retelling. It was mentioned in the plot that this is a "reimagining of Greek mythology" though, so I guess there's that.
With that out of the way, I can say that I loved this. The narration was indeed utterly transporting and was executed seamlessly. The story is easy to follow and the switching POV was not confusing at all. Eros was a lovely character. I'm disappointed with Psyche's development though. I thought she would really become a hero.
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
2.75
"One makes mistakes when there is confusion between having a future at all and having the future one wants.”
DESCRIPTION: While on her daily walk with her dog in a secluded woods, a woman comes across a note, handwritten and carefully pinned to the ground by stones. “Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn’t me. Here is her dead body.” But there is no dead body. From this note, the narrator imagines who Magda is and lists the murder suspects.
This book is the embodiment of overthinking. I didn't really like it. I read We Spread by Iain Reid 3 weeks ago so I believe I have had my fill of unravelling mind narratives of old women.
“You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence, I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.”
Set in 1849, a delightfully rich story about a pregnant young woman from Chile who traveled to California during the Gold Rush to find her lover. I enjoyed all the historical context from Chile to China to California. The side characters are all interesting as well. Epic tale.
DNF because I'm biased. I read Clytemnestra before this so when she was depicted here as an attention-seeking flirt, I couldn't handle it. Leda was pictured as an evil, scheming mother as well. Then Theseus, who was a capital a-hole in the book Ariadne, is such a fine gentleman in this story. Reading different retellings is so interesting but when details clash like this, I'm just left discombobulated.
“The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.”
Well, the thing is, I think if a group of young boys got stranded on an island with no one to supervise them, I believe they'd all just be scared and then eat fruits when they get hungry. I can accept the savagery written in this book if the characters are at least teenagers, not 12-year-olds.
I was overwhelmed by all this information about salt, ranging from its first known use, etymology, monopoly, trade, its role in building empires, slavery, and wars, and its multitude of recipes.