Later.

Okay, I just finished Song for Night by Chris Abani (see below posts) and holy shit it was good, in the way that only books that really bum you the fuck out about being human can be.

That is how I should blurb it: "It's great, if you're into the kind of book that eviscerates you and fills the empty space with something like the black tar lava of existential loneliness and hopeless despair."

Only, that isn't really accurate. It is a testament to the skill of Abani's writing that I don't really feel that way. I'm heartbroken, yeah, but it is more complex then that. I won't say anything cliche, like, that I have any hope left, but rather, maybe that I have been reminded of the size and scope and depth of what our humanity can suffer. I wish I could make everyone alive read this book. 

So go get on that. You'll thank me/hate me later.

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