a little life by hanya yanagihara

so… one of the big points of reading books is to gain new experience indirectly and broaden emotional palette, right?

if you agree with this presumption, then “a little life” fulfils it plenty. but this is not a book i could recommend to anyone.

at all.

i can’t think of anyone whom i could say with a light heart and clear conscience “yeah, go read this book, you’ll have great time”. one reads “a little life” not for pleasure, but for poking holes in one’s peace of mind. and don’t we all have enough of that already? yanagihara’s reader gets eight hundred pages reminding them of horror humanity is capable of.

not something i needed.