To be fair: I am currently reading “how high we go in the dark” by Sequoia Namamatsu. It’s so sad. It’s speculative fiction, but everything is too real and too sad.
Being an adult means also confrontation with sad topics
Well I have 4 decades already and I’ve read a lot of books. Light and heavy. Because that’s what life and art is about. I don’t believe in comfort food all the time. Sometimes you just need the poetry of hardship.
To be fair: I am currently reading “how high we go in the dark” by Sequoia Namamatsu. It’s so sad. It’s speculative fiction, but everything is too real and too sad.
Being an adult means also confrontation with sad topics
True, but I promise you’ll get enough of that from real life after half a dozen decades
Read something lighthearted, life has enough drama
Fuck yeah!
Well I have 4 decades already and I’ve read a lot of books. Light and heavy. Because that’s what life and art is about. I don’t believe in comfort food all the time. Sometimes you just need the poetry of hardship.