Iām waiting for my triumphant return to school in January, till then I am CHILLING.
Right now Iām almost done One Hundred Years of Solitude and Gabor MatĆ© (my love)ās Hungry Ghosts. One Hundred Years has me conflictedāalthough I can appreciate itās patient meditation on the cyclical nature of capitalism, itās pacing is emotionally nonlinear, and paired with the six generations of all too similar names, itās been a tedious venture so far. Conversely, I was enthralled by the first half of Hungry Ghosts so much that I went back and highlighted all the lines that struck me, and now Iāve got just shy of a hundred pages left. As an addict Iām indebted to his compassion, research, prose, and those adorable cheek bones