Call me a book snob, but I’m still a Vonnegut stan.
Category: Book Reviews
Pondering the end of the universe never fails to cause me to go into a state of existential vertigo.
If you’re no fun, you might call this book gimmicky. I call it brilliant.
I’m about two years late to the hype train, yeah, but at least I finished the book.
I discovered my worst fear when I was around 10 years old.
2001: A Space Odyssey is by far the most disturbing movie I have ever watched. So what about the book?
It’s 2022 and the human race hasn’t destroyed itself yet. Let’s take a moment to celebrate.
I read this book because it was recommended on my favorite podcast, Darknet Diaries!
My very first PKD. A rite of passage, perhaps? That was really… weird, but interesting.
This book really messed with my head.
George Orwell manages to articulate why people using political buzzword salad is so annoying in one essay.
My friend told me to read this seven years ago. I should have listened.
That was a really very strange book about how war is hell while managing to fit in possibly hallucinated aliens (in my interpretation, at least?)
It’s hard not to have heard of Sylvia Plath. People seem to take morbid interest in the fact that she killed herself just a month after the publication of her only novel– The Bell Jar. This book has been on my TBR for over a year, and when I finally got around to reading it, I wondered why I had waited so long.
AI is everywhere now– and it’s very meme-able.
You’ll Be the Death of Me wasn’t a perfect book by any means, but it sure was addictive as heck!
Looking for an adorable picture book to read to that one toddler in your life who never wants to take a nap? Well, I have just the book for you…
(I meant to post this in October but, as they all say, better late than never)
Sooooo….. I have a lot of thoughts. So many thoughts that I wrote a 1,600+ word Goodreads review immediately upon finishing this book, and that’s why today is my first-ever SPOILER REVIEW.
I finally did it. I finally finished The Secret History.
Frappes and Fiction 