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Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
How do I describe how beautiful this book’s prose is? And how entangled are its characters within their own psyches, tripping all over each other like blind things and all trying so hard to understand why this, and why that and taking so long to answer? It’s very hard to describe, because this is a 600page book that speaks volumes about self-sabotage, both accidental and intentional, about different types of love that aren’t often depicted, and of the mind of a youth in 1970s/80s America. And did I mention how amazing the writing is?
“In the barn I climbed to the loft and lay there, hands on my chest. I was a body lying and Maman was a body lying, both on the same day, three streets apart. Above me was the roof. Above her, the coppery old earth pressed sizably, like a sulphur quilt. She was still so close, as unaccustomed to death as newborns are to the breezy world beyond the womb.”
-Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
Stop reading this review, apologise to your piggy bank as you stick your hand up his wazoo and grab some cash, and READ THIS BOOK!
And if after that you’d like some literary dessert, follow it up as I did with Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita.
Hell, you’ll all be writers in no time and I’ll be out of a job.