It’s absolutely bananas, and yet the book also grapples expertly with very real and very dark things....
I loved a lot of things about this book—but there were also some hugely troubling things about it....
An antidote to the traditional whodunit, which is intrinsically rooted in white privilege and supremacy because it always relies on a racist system to bring justice in the end....
It is a book that asks something of us, and those are truly the best books of all....
The story is discovered in the everyday objects of a woman’s life....
Reading this collection is like travelling through time....
That we know how her story ends makes reading this book all the more tragic....
There is a deep uncanniness to this book that is unlike anything else I’ve read....
It’s a very bizarre thing to find yourself squeeing in the middle of an upsettingly graphic story about the bubonic plague. And yet here we are....
There is nothing in these pages that isn’t essential. It dips its toe into love and madness and savagery....
The sentences meander and digress and come back full circle—or else end up somewhere entirely different and unexpected, but somehow perfect....
What can only be described as gentle zaniness ensues....
This is a book that honours stories, and there are many stories within the main narrative, told by the characters to each other....
This is a collection that plays to your five senses, that affects you in a tantalizing, physical way....
Literature’s role in the project of creating a national identity is worth learning more about, especially as we work towards a decolonial future....
J. D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey has long been counted as my all-time favourite book—but would it hold up to a reread?...
The absence of mothers makes the need for sisterhood that much stronger, and the female solidarity between the women who survived was such a necessary part of this narrative....
If this book had a Dramatis Personae, it would be one hell of a list....
Not only emotion but time as well is running amok in this book....
“What woman here is so enamoured of her own oppression that she cannot see her heelprint upon another woman's face?”...