Marisa's inner thoughts are like reading a twitter rant thread that you can't look away from. She'll be your first internet crush that only deepens when she calls her followers out on their parasociality. You know you're always receiving a performance from her, but you delude yourself into thinking she'll let you in one day. That one day you'll share a beer, a tomato, and a pillow with her.

To Marisa, Rita, Pablo, and Elena, I love you. Please adopt me.

📱Ebook

"What is unbearable is already too much. How can there be more?"

I want to write a beautiful, eloquent review of this book, but I simply can't. How do you describe grief without grieving? How do you hold all the stars in your hands without burning yourself? How do you swallow an ocean without drowning?

It really does last forever. And then it's over. I am reminded of Anne Carson's The Glass Essay,

"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?"

Where can I put this down?

idk if it’s the book hangover or what but this one just didn’t hit as hard as the first. i liked the roleplaying elements though out, was cute and fun.

im trying really hard not to compare it to give me more by sara cate because these are two very different entities. but this book kind of felt like a speedrun of that book lmao

stay away from that girl who seems to walk through life as if she bathes in light, that homoerotic friendship will kill you ! or make you rich. or ruin your life. i don't know, pick your poison.

DNF around 15%. I tried because I love a good smutty book obvs.. but this was not for me. Rich people problems, but also not rich enough (more on that below). Horse girl problems. “The fancy wine gave me bad morning breath” problems. Had me breaking out my calculator converting AUD to USD to figure out that little Miss Katie is, indeed, giving up her weekends and probably her holey elasticity for barely 4k/month. Shame for my namesake. Aim higher!!!

I read some spoilers and it seems I dodged one of my book no-no tropes anyway (which is funny because I was literally just commenting on PB about it the other day).

i need to stop picking up books that are practically mirrors. you love, you spiral, you learn, you spiral some more, and eventually get it together and become cool. ah, the journey of first heartbreaks. 😌 (good riddance that’s over !)