I genuinely hate Quentin.
Month: February 2017
Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin
A major WTF wrapped in a nice juicy slice of Oh, shit and baked until it’s a sloppy soup of Who the hell knows?
Nutshell, by Ian McEwan
Supremely literary; each sentence is its own masterpiece: a mentally floating journey along the lazy river (one or two rapids, maybe) of baby’s spatially void existence