Briznas de hierba; la fruta podrida preludio de la nueva vida; semillas enterradas en el calor de la tierra, refugiadas junto al yo; ángeles que caen, que observan; las palabras, fútiles y poderosas a la vez; la vida, la muerte, la resurrección; un sueño en el que todo el tiempo ocurre a la vez, el yo es joven y viejo simultáneamente cuando permanece entretejido en los ciclos de la naturaleza; el cielo que es tierra bajo los pies; el sol atrapado en una gota de agua, y los grillos hablando en su idioma incomprensible.
Acabar este libro ha sido despertar de un sueño mágico, quería permanecer en el hechizo de estos poemas.
me he pasado el libro diciendo “qué lista la tía, qué lista” y es que es eso. sus agudos diagnósticos del panorama literario actual me han hecho reír (y sonrojar al saberme a veces uno de esos insoportables personajes pretenciosos), aunque el final me ha dejado un poco desconcertada.
Qué dolor más grande. Frente a un hecho tan sumamente desgarrador, que pienso suele generar desconcierto e incredulidad, la autora logra comprender y compadecer. Estoy impresionada.
This started out really strong for me. There’s some really good stuff about Jesus right at the beginning, things that made me reconsider certain biblical passages in ways I had never before done (and as a person who thinks about the bible embarrassingly often, I think that’s really high praise!). Unfortunately my excitement fizzled out once the focus shifted to Judas and Lucifer. Oh, their respective tragedies broke my heart, don’t be mistaken. I want to hug Judas and never let go. I just felt like I had read it all before, nothing was new or fresh. The writing was really good at times, but at others it leaned too heavily on cliches. For a premise so provocative and intriguing, this fell surprisingly flat for me. And I’m sad! Because I love my gays and my bible and this was right up my alley! Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
-that glossary could’ve been an email. you really don’t need to explain that “dae” means “day”. -the liberal use of italics and the word “fucking” does nothing to emphasize the character’s emotions and traits and everything to highlight a severely lacking vocabulary and ability to convey emotion -literally what happened in almost 800 pages??? 50% was the mc going over and over the fact that she’s emotionally stunted and wishes to remain so. 25% was taken up by kaan’s exorbitant testosterone levels (he really needs to hit something, you wouldn’t understand). the rest was hints so heavy i was almost crushed under their weight by the time each “reveal” came around. -the main conflict between the mc and the romantic interest was that she did not want to have a conversation? go girl give us nothing. -on this year of our lord 2024, it feels weird and transphobic to talk about males and females. big ew. -im actually sad bc i did like the worldbuilding and the story was promising, but sadly it didn’t get the heavy editing it needed.