Partial book report
The Bell Jar. I wish I’d read this earlier in my life because I think it would’ve had a huge impact on me if I’d consumed it when I was 19 or so. Think I read the Count of Monte Cristo then, what a waste of time. As is it’s a superbly written and chilling book, one of those filled with metaphor and allusion you’ve never seen used before but make perfect and naturalistic sense. I suppose the most surprising part about is the fact the electrotherapy worked. 9/10.
The Left Hand of Darkness.
“It was Gonk Hour, which meant the Irklefrikt were in ascendance. I met Hep Blap ir Crunk on the Philmitchelling road. I thought to ask him about our case in the Dundlefrink parliament, but at the last moment observed he was in Fuck, and therefore would have lost flaptasm by speaking to him. I hurried along to the Drilhouse where I borbored spenk with some Shplsskrrkshh. Have I mentioned I was freezing my nads off?”
8/10