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Unmask Alice: LSD, Satanic Panic, and the Imposter Behind the World's Most Notorious Diaries by Rick Emerson

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4.0

This book is one of the best nonfiction ones I've read. So incredibly compelling - it reads like a movie. The storytelling (because that's what it feels like, rather than a dry book of facts) is so cinematic and gripping. I kept feeling pulled back into reading it because of the writing style, and there was such a strong voice as well. The topic was fascinating and even though a very niche subject, I feel better knowing everything in this book lol.
The Crown Ain't Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib

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4.5

I absolutely love Hanif Abdurraqib's writing, and this poetry collection was no exception. I tend to have trouble getting through poetry, but I devoured this book in 2 days. I didn't connect with the first section of the collection as much as the rest, but the writing was absolutely exquisite. My favorite poems (although it's very difficult to choose) are probably "1995. After the Streetlights Drink Whatever Darkness is Left," "The Crown Ain't Worth Much," and "Ok, I'm Finally Ready to Say I'm Sorry For That One Summer." I can't wait to read more from Abdurraqib.
Happening by Annie Ernaux

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4.0

This book was a beautifully written meditation on memory and the past. While obviously it also depicts Ernaux's experience with an abortion as a young woman, she also intertwines commentary of corporality, nostalgia, and writing. This is a very quick/short read, so I definitely recommend it!

Favorite quotes:

* I shall try to conjure up each of the sentences engraved in my memory which were either so unbearable or so comforting to me at the time that the mere thought of them today engulfs me in a wave of horror or sweetness. (20%)

(writing invariably raises the issue of proof: apart from my engagement book and my diary, I have no sure indication of what I thought and felt back then because of the abstract, evanescent nature of what goest through our mind. the only concrete evidence i have stems from the lingering sensations associated with people and things outside of me — the sparkling snow at Le Mont-Dore, Jean T’s bulging eyes, the. ballad of Souer Sourire. True memory has to be material.) (58%)

* maybe the true purpose of my life is for my body, my sensations, and my thoughts to become writing, in other words, something unintelligible and universal, causing my existence to merge into the lives and heads of other people. (95%)