It frustrated me, I’ve been pretty depressed in the past and I felt like I detected all the same thought patterns in it. Not a badly written book but I didn’t enjoy what felt like a book written as a sort of self-flagellation
I hate this like neckbeard pseudointellectual misogynistic popular opinion of this book, because it is truly a tender and empathetic and beautiful work
infinite jest
Loving that is quick proof that I’m a lib :(
I’m currently reading it. I can see why so many people just leave it in the bookshelf.
It’s not a bad book, but God damn does it feel like running a marathon.
It frustrated me, I’ve been pretty depressed in the past and I felt like I detected all the same thought patterns in it. Not a badly written book but I didn’t enjoy what felt like a book written as a sort of self-flagellation
I hate this like neckbeard pseudointellectual misogynistic popular opinion of this book, because it is truly a tender and empathetic and beautiful work