These posts were written during the summer while I was in Bangladesh, in preparation for the upcoming academic year. Long story short: when I looked back at the archive, I didn't have the desire or the time to put them up. But now, since I'm coming back to the blog, I decided that some of them aren't half bad. Read on!
Recently, though ill-advisably, I read Meg Wolitzer's The Ten-Year Nap. Though I knew that the novel might not be relatable to me on a personal level, I was hoping for some enjoyment and a look into other peoples' experienced reality. What I didn't expect to come away with was a feeling of utter dread at the idea of that most natural process: aging.
Recently, though ill-advisably, I read Meg Wolitzer's The Ten-Year Nap. Though I knew that the novel might not be relatable to me on a personal level, I was hoping for some enjoyment and a look into other peoples' experienced reality. What I didn't expect to come away with was a feeling of utter dread at the idea of that most natural process: aging.
