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ayascytheThe knots in my brain have knots themselves. I cannot think anymore, but I should still do at least a little bit of learning today. Someone kick me in the arse, pls? And, completely unrelated, I have a crazy urge to slash Lukas Podolski lately. Yeah, I don't even know. For some reason, I've grown incredibly fond of him during this WC. I think it's the puppy look. It makes me want to make him angst like there's no tomorrow.
Tag 06 – Ein Buch, das du nur einmal lesen kannst (egal, ob du es hasst oder nicht) / A book you can only read once (no matter if you hate it or not)
We need to talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver
The mother of a teenage boy who killed seven fellow students and two adults in a high-school shooting writes a series of letters to her estranged husband on their son's upbringing and questions what she fears may be her own part in the tragedy.
This was a good book. Some parts may have been debatable (like Kevin's portrayal that makes it sound like he was born evil) and the language was unreasonably difficult (some parts were a chore to read), but it still was, imho, a good book. However, it was also incredibly depressing. I'm not even talking about the inevitable killing spree, although that was horrible enough. But the book isn't so much about Kevin, but about his mother Eva. Her struggle with motherhood, her feelings of being trapped in a family life she didn't want in the first place, her estrangement from her husband, her obvious regret of choosing to become pregnant the moment she learns she is pregnant ... That's my personal nightmare fuel and made the book a very heavy read. So thanks, but no thanks. I won't stand to read this ever again.
Tag 06 – Ein Buch, das du nur einmal lesen kannst (egal, ob du es hasst oder nicht) / A book you can only read once (no matter if you hate it or not)
We need to talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver
The mother of a teenage boy who killed seven fellow students and two adults in a high-school shooting writes a series of letters to her estranged husband on their son's upbringing and questions what she fears may be her own part in the tragedy.
This was a good book. Some parts may have been debatable (like Kevin's portrayal that makes it sound like he was born evil) and the language was unreasonably difficult (some parts were a chore to read), but it still was, imho, a good book. However, it was also incredibly depressing. I'm not even talking about the inevitable killing spree, although that was horrible enough. But the book isn't so much about Kevin, but about his mother Eva. Her struggle with motherhood, her feelings of being trapped in a family life she didn't want in the first place, her estrangement from her husband, her obvious regret of choosing to become pregnant the moment she learns she is pregnant ... That's my personal nightmare fuel and made the book a very heavy read. So thanks, but no thanks. I won't stand to read this ever again.
