![]() ![]() I kind of thought I was over the irrational envy after reading Emily St John Mandel’s Station Eleven without wanting to cut off my fingers and break my keyboard, but nope. I don’t know exactly what it was, but something did. Ninefox tripped that wire for me quite hard. I am guilty of backhandedly complimenting things I love but could never approach. So I’m going to be careful about my few small criticisms of this book, and make sure they aren’t coming from that resentful place. This one needs a big embarrassing disclaimer: I think I might be a little bit jealous! As an amateur writer, sometimes when I read a good book it’ll dishearten me, because I’m a self-centred human being, and instead of happily appreciating someone else’s skills I’m always in the back of my head brooding about mine (or the lack thereof). ![]()
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