,laughs while looking at a tbr stored in a five foot tall bookcase

Not exactly crazy, but Confessions of a Dangerous Mind by Chuck Barris.

It’s either an astonishing confession or a straight up fabrication, but I love it either way.

I loved A Farewell to Arms, and I think it was Hemingway’s extrenely spare writing style that sold it. The book just ends in this devastating way, and you get this awful realization that there has never been a promise of a happy ending.

I’ve read other Hemingway, and I see them as wonderful examples of how an author can spin an engrossing story with very little description or wasted subtext. The characters have drives and past experiences that are slowly revealed in how they interact with the world (The Killers). Despite only knowing them briefly, we end up caring for them very much, but are powerless to help or hinder them.

As a woman, I love these stories as a window into a very masculine world that I would never be able to access.

Gormenghast

Mythago wood

Amber, from Roger zelaznys Nine Princes in Amber

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