Enough to wring dry

[nightdog_barks]

Kittens, the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The temperature here is 72 degrees (22.2 degrees Celsius), and the humidity is 78%. Which is actually down from the 84% it was earlier. No sun, no breeze, just still.

Currently reading (and almost finished with) Scott Hawkins' The Library at Mount Char. Dear friends, it has been a long, long time since I've read such a bananapants monkeyhouse of a novel. I am just saying.

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[nightdog_barks]

Yes, this. Neal Stephenson pulls you into the hallway of mirrors. Joe Hill does it in Horns. Kafka does it in The Metamorphosis (one morning, a guy turns into a bug! Go with me here!). Nathan Ballingrud does it in "You Go Where It Takes You," when he asks the reader to see what Toni the waitress is seeing, the man who sheds his skin.

Hawkins wants us to go on this crazy journey with him, but for me it didn't work, because he hadn't made me care about the characters at all. There's some dazzling writing, but. When I finished the book, I was like, that's it? What was the point?

OH WELL SOMETHING BETTER UP NEXT WHATEVER IT IS :DDD