Autobiography of red

This book was a knife crafted, if not deliberately to wound me, then at least to measure the specific length and distance between my rib cage and heart.

The Autobiography of Red is both heartbreakingly beautiful, and heartbreaking. Prepare to be hurt, and prepare to want more.

Astounding lol wow. My favorite this year maybe along with The Women by Als.

I love this. If you haven't read it, read this first. It's perfect. The synesthesia, the acuity, how heartwrenching it is, the creativity — I feel like I'm just scratching the surface of how fucking fantastic this text is. Each time I put it down I felt a little sadder for not being able to see my own world as richly.