“This is the strange lesson of living in a pandemic: life can be tranquil in the face of death,” (St. John Mandel 195). Eighteen-year-old Edwin St. Andrew comes to Canada after disgracing his family during a family dinner. He finds himself exploring a Canadian forest when he suddenly hears a few notes of a violin …
“There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated …
It’s been a hot minute, but I have a new post on Sartorial Geek! It’s about Turning Red, girl-centered coming-of-age narratives, and why we need more of them. Read all about it here!
I’ve had trouble writing blog posts. This isn’t shocking or new to anyone, I’ve talked about it a handful of times promising to do better, to be more regular on here. Hell, I used to write blog post every Monday religiously, was able to keep this site updated with my own thoughts. But then the …
“Grieving the dead, I’ve learned, is also about grieving your lost self, the self that only existed in relation to that person. When they die, those versions of you die as well,” (Gartner 264). After the death of her beloved cousin Zoltan, strangers begin confessing things to Lucy. She doesn’t ask them to, doesn’t pry, …
“Why wasn’t fully committing to creation more desirable than observing what everyone else was doing and doing the same?” (Shraya 4). Indie artist Neela Devaki has been writing songs that only a small few seem to actually want to listen too, but when one of Neela’s songs goes viral by internet cover artist RUK-MINI things begin …
“Rule number one of being a woman from Trinidad: be hella fierce,” (Kamal 5). Trisha hates her father who comes and goes as he pleases living his life between his family in Trinidad and his one with Trisha and her mom in Toronto’s east-end. Trisha wishes he would stay in Trinidad though because when her …
I don’t read a lot of romance novels. It’s not that I’m opposed to love, only that the tropes of it annoy me for how unrealistic it’s portrayed. But I still read this anthology that was centered on romance, first love, and the whole “meet cute” trope. I knew what I was going into with …
“Whoever had written the note understood that by masking one’s peculiarities, one invokes authority. There is nothing as imposing as anonymity,” (Moshfegh 3). One day while Vesta is walking her dog Charlie by the woods near her house she finds a slip of paper which reads, “Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who …
Thanks to Raincoast books for an eARC of this book in exchange for an honest review! “The gun jerks, and I yank away, but she has my wrist in an iron grip…She’s staring at me, blue eyes impossibly wide. She hisses a harsh stream of foreign language, as if she’s uttering a curse,” (Armstrong 10). Casey …
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