Bookish Friday #27
Hello, fellow book lover!
It’s been a while. How have you been?
I’ve decided to take a brake from writing last month due to some issues with my work schedule and my reading schedule. AKA didn’t have as much time to read and so I was always falling behind and rushing to send you my reviews.
And that’s not ideal.
It not only was giving me anxiety but it was also causing me to send you not that great of reviews.
But I’m back now. I’ve read a few books in advance now and I’m now ready to share it all with you stress free.
After all, I created this newsletter to have fun and share my love for books with other book lovers.
Rute's Bookshelf:
Finished Reading:
Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
The most heartbrakely beautiful book I’ve ever read.
This book crushed my heart while I admired the beautiful writing.
I loved it and definitely recommend it to everyone. #
Another book that deserved the hype.
More of a 4.5 than a 4.
I really enjoyed this book but I couldn’t give it 5 stars simply because I’m not quite sure if I loved it. And I think that says it all.
Considering that this book was published in 1963, you can imagine that it has a few things that are not very acceptable nowadays. However, it’s not as bad as a lot of books from that time.
I think that Sylvia Plath did a great job in encapsulating the main characters feelings and struggles with her mental health.
And the seen of the fig tree just touched me in a way I wasn’t expecting.
I had already heard of it, but it was different reading it.
Currently Reading:
I’m really enjoying this book so far. The characters do a lot of questionable things and act in questionable ways, but I’m enjoying seeing it all go down.
And I’m a sucker for books focused around the relationship dynamics between different characters.
Not going to lie, I’ve picked up this book because someone said this is a tear jerker.
Still no tears but it has me intrigued.
Quote of the week:
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
And that's all that I have to share with you today.
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