Autofiction centred on a breast cancer journey was never going to be a "light" read...
Autofiction centred on a breast cancer journey was never going to be a "light" read...
It's evening. Another day is behind you. Metal, grey, swollen with unspoken words. You're all eating pizza. You and the children.... You think how beautiful they are. How beautiful they are!
You don't think about whether you'll be able to watch them grow up. That thought is forbidden. Unnecessary. Damaging. Your thoughts and words are submitted to controls. Good and acceptable. And the others. The others are immediately censored.
Toby buys me a new bookshelf to tidy up the living room, I fill it, living room bookshelves still piled double.... how does that happen?! Pleased with my #smallpressshelf though ☺
October was good reading month, I even have one #bookspinbingo consisting 5 different books! My favourite is tagged book, which is also my #bookspin and #doublespin (I‘m playing one book=two squares), but the most fun I had with was R.Osman‘s The Bullet That Missed.
This is auto-fictional novel, intimate story of a woman who is struggling with breast cancer, it is the story about patching the body, soul and personal history, story about the moments when life begins to slip between your fingers. Deep, brutally honest, almost, poetic prose, fragmented story, told in second person feels remote, but this remoteness also allows the author to avoid pathetic and self pity.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi
I‘m planning to visit library tomorrow, but here is my #weeklyforecast Audio companion for the walks is in the progress (2 hours from 19) and I really like it so far, later today I‘m starting with tagged book by Bosnian author (autobiographical novel about her experience with breast cancer).