I am not a stay-at-home mom secretly exploring sex work (Normal Women by Ainslie Horgarth), but I know a calling to motherhood and a fear of financial dependence. I am not an apparition stuck in time on the NYC subway after years of fighting for queer rights (One Last Stop by Casey Mcquinston), but I have felt adrift while searching for belonging. I am not manipulating a rich older man to live in his mansion and steal his pills (The Guest by Emma Cline), but I have been desperate and an unreliable narrator to myself. I should probably try to find a book about a man next I guess.
Luster by Raven Leilani - Edie starts hooking up with a married middle aged white man and moves in with his wife and daughter. HBO needs to hurry up with that adaptation they announced.
Severance by Ling Ma - Candance Chen grapples with her unfulling life and job as a virus begins to spread and turns people into these zombie-like indivuals. Released in 2018 but somehow encapsulates a lot of that COVID quarantine panic. All This Could Be Different by Sarah Thankam Mathews - Sneha is struggling out here with jobs, evictions, and complicated relationships but she has plans to fix everything.
This time last year I went through a huge βEnglish woman looking back at her mid-20s β memoir phase. I donβt know how I got there but it definitely helped sooth the soul. Everything I Know About Love - Dolly Alderton
The Cost of Living - Deborah Levy
Arrangements in Blue - Amy Key
Turning - Jessica J. Lee
When you want to fuck the Queen so bad you freak out and show her how good you can run a nunnery. One of the three books that contains a character I identify with. Blah blah blah mean lesbians free yourself from tropes and memetic stereotypes. Dykes are people. Women can be hard. And this is a story about people, some of who are 12th century dykes.