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I wanna own a red coat

Sorry if I posted it twice. Not sure if it posted so I’m doing it again.

Hellooooo

I know the end of the semester is coming up

soon but on my little reader app I always rate all these books that we read in class so this one I’m rating a 7/10, a little confusing but the way it’s written is quite interesting.

A ghost, not quite sure where you are or if you’re even there… or even who you are. Confusing book ngl had the time I don’t know what story I’m reading or who I’m reading about, but the novels ability of connecting small elements with memory kinda leaves us (the reader) to interpret the connections we want, just like the red coat reference.

In the centre of this story is a mother, one who finds herself in Mexico City reminiscing on her time in New York. She finds herself in a household full of running children and a judgy husband that constantly restricts her creativity. I see her writing about her cooler and vivid version in New York as an escape from the life that feels crowded with responsibilities and dullness.

I would say this is definitely not a linear novel, you jump from one time to another and writers and places and all of a sudden you kinda forgot where it started, but I guess that’s one of the things that keeps it interesting the constant challenge to a “normal” storyline that leaves you feeling a bit overwhelmed and really forces you to concentrate in what you’re reading to try to not loose track, as Luiselli describes it, “Or a horizontal novel, told vertically. A horizontal vertigo” (p. 125).

I do wonder how it would’ve been reading this in Spanish (I wish I would’ve) in a book that comes into topics of translation and language it would’ve probably been pretty cool to read in Spanish but discuss in English. I guess it’s not just about what you say… it’s about how you say it and how language becomes a tool for self discovery and identity.

I have a bit of a random question but… I speak more than one language and honestly I do find that my language of choice changes my personality a bit, or at least I connect it to a different part of my identity based on the time or experiences I’ve had speaking it. If you speak another language do you feel like your personality changes depending on the language you’re speaking?

Oh well,

Xoxo

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Reality vs. identity ig?

 

Hi there, I’m back!

For this week’s read “The book of Chameleons”, José Eduardo Agualusa creates an interesting take on identity, memory, and the nature of truth (which honestly should be pretty self explanatory with the name I guess). blending a built upon sense of identity with historical and political insight, Agualusa takes us into a world where the boundaries between self and story are constantly shifting back and forth, much like the title’s creature, even though I find chameleons a little creepy it seems fitting for this book.

At the heart of the narrative is a character whose identity is anything but fixed. Like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings, the protagonist navigates different versions of self, shaped by circumstance, memory, and perception. This metaphor becomes a powerful lens through which Agualusa explores how identity is constructed. Not necessarily as something stable or innate, but as something dynamic and responsive that is in constant motion.

One of the elements that stood out the most in this book for me is its treatment of memory. Agualusa interprets memory as not a reliable archive but rather a creative force. Characters recall events differently, sometimes contradicting each other, raising the question: is truth something objective, or is it something we invent to make sense of our lives? In this way, it challenges us to reflect on how much of who we are is rooted in fact versus fiction.

He has an interesting narrative style that not only makes the book more vivid but his descriptions also make it an easy read. Agualusa’s prose is lyrical and layered, often layering multiple perspectives and timelines. This overlapping storytelling mirrors the instability of identity itself. Just when you’re starting to think which the true reality is, the narrative shifts, pushing the analyzing of the text and the hidden meaning and senses of reality and identity.

Culturally and politically, the novel can also be read as a commentary on postcolonial identity. Agualusa, creates a deeper layer if you’re willing to investigate. He often writes about identity in the context of history and culture, especially tied to Angola and its past. In the book, this manifests subtly, as characters are interpreted with histories that are both personal and collective. The meaning of identity becomes not just an individual experience, but a societal one.

Overall, it isn’t your typical straightforward story. It’s more about the experience of reading it… getting lost in shifting perspectives and questioning what’s true. If you’re into books that make you think a little (without feeling like homework), this one hits a really nice balance, I can’t say it is my first time reading this book as in Colombia for literature class as it was one of the required texts, but it was interesting to read it in English, there are definitely differences but at the end of the day it transmits the same message of identity and the constant shifting overlapping realities in it, by deciding how much someone’s past truly changes their identity. 

 

But how about you reader, do you think of identity solely as personal or do you think it can be built collectively? 

 

oh well, see you next week

xoxo

 

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A crime junkie at heart

As someone who enjoys true crime, especially podcasts like crime junkie, I found Ricardo Piglia’s Money to Burn surprisingly interesting. The novel doesn’t just tell a crime story, it pieces it together in a way that feels a lot like listening to a true crime episode where the details slowly unfold.

The book is based on a real bank robbery that happened in Argentina in the 1960s. A group of criminals steal a huge amount of money and escape, but things don’t go according to plan. Instead of quietly disappearing, they end up hiding out in Uruguay while police close in on them. What follows is a tense standoff that turns the criminals into a kind of media spectacle.

What stood out to me most is the way Piglia tells the story. Rather than giving a straightforward narrative, the book feels like a collection of fragments like bits of testimony, rumors, police reports, and different perspectives. As a reader, you have to piece everything together yourself. It reminded me a lot of the storytelling style in true crime media, where each new detail changes the way you understand the case.

If you’ve ever listened to Crime junkie (if you haven’t you should) , you know that part of the interest is slowly uncovering what really happened. The hosts build the story step by step, sometimes presenting conflicting details or theories. This book creates a similar feeling. The truth of the crime isn’t always clear, and the narrative leaves room for interpretation.

The characters themselves also add to that sense of complexity. The criminals are not portrayed as simple villains. Instead, Piglia explores their personalities, their relationships, and the strange loyalty between them. Two of the central figures, nicknamed the “Twins,” share an intense bond that drives much of the story. Their connection makes the crime feel less like a simple robbery and more like a tragic chain of events.

Another interesting aspect is how the media and the public react to the situation. As the standoff drags on, the criminals become almost myth-like figures. People follow the story closely, and the line between reality and sensationalism starts to blur.

what did you like about the book?

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She’s kinda poetic

Dearest gentle reader… (sorry I was watching Bridgerton today)

Honestly I quite enjoyed this book, the way it is written, I am a little biased that it is the story of a woman written by a woman but nevertheless in this book I noticed a lot of attention to the little physical details, like the locations, the features and the clothing. For instance how she mentions her gold pair of heels that she still keeps because they marked a before and after in growing up and becoming a “woman”, they honestly become symbolic. I just understand the value items hold not only in the physical form but also in memories, there’s so many important dates or moments i remember vividly, and somehow I always know what I was wearing, it’s a way of tying a memory to a physical object that often holds emotional value

Don’t get me started with her relationship with her mother it’s the constant love and hate relationship that just leaves you feeling disappointed and empty at the end of the day, because even though she wanted what was better for her daughter dare I say wanted to live through her she still managed to crush a child’s dreams and any hopes that the world could be a good place for a woman “I’ve never done anything but wait behind a closed door” pg. 25 . Forgetting is probably one of life’s blessings but also a curse, not knowing who you once were may relieve the pain, but it may also make you loose a part of yourself that you don’t even know once existed… leaving an emptiness hard to describe, and a puzzle you may never be able to fully complete.

I see it as a book full of emotions, narrated by a complex mind that was never allowed to develop freely, in a world with prejudice and expected roles. Where a woman’s value rests in what she portrays physically.

Her family’s poverty and dysfunction are what stripped her of her “childhood” long before the lover ever did. She looks at the world with the eyes of a woman who has already seen the worst of people in her own dining room. That’s why she doesn’t flinch when she enters the adult world of sex and money… she’s already survived a much more brutal war at home. She doesn’t just “fall” for the man in the limo, she uses him as a life raft to escape a family that would have eventually drowned her, like they drowned themselves.

Something that caught my attention in the book is the whole uncomfortable dance of power and desire. You may get hung up on the interesting affair, but the book is really a picture of how we use each other to survive. It’s not just a romantic or sexual thing, it’s entirely transactional. She needs the money, he needs to be seen. But what’s fascinating is how the power dynamics keep flipping. In the colonial world of Saigon, she technically has the “power” of being white, but she’s broke and desperate, while he’s wealthy but marginalized by his race. It’s this brutal, claustrophobic loop where love, money, and trauma get so tangled up you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

How about you? have you ever blocked out certain time periods of your life from your ?

See ya next week 🙂

Xoxo

 

 

 

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So like seriously, what is the end?

Howdy partner,

Soooo, this book was a little humbling, definitely unlike anything I’ve read before. The best word i have to explain how this book made me feel is almost as if it was gaslighting me. In some way it made me think and read as the protagonist, taking me on this endless search for the ending of a book I wasn’t asked if I wanted to read. I was honestly vibing with the beginning hook of this mysterious atmosphere and then BOOM! It cuts off… a printer error that honestly felt personal, and suddenly I was diving into conspiracies about fake translations and secret societies.

 

This book is written in a way that every time makes you believe that you’ve finally found the “real” book, then they pull the rug under you and it continues with a brand new story that leaves you even confused with the genre. Like how do you go from a spy mystery to a to say the least… interesting japanese drama. I guess it kept me on my toes throughout the reading.

 

I guess the book really made me value endings, the constant human need for a conclusion in everything we read or do. It made me realize how much of an anxious reader I am… usually when I’m reading a book and there is some major development taking more than one page, I skip through a couple pages just to make sure none of my beloved characters died, but this book didn’t allow me to do that which was frustrating but also taught me I should control my anxiety. Overall if felt like a little adventure, with the message behind that at the end of the day books are a way of bringing people together and that sometimes the anticipation of what happens next and that attempt to read a little faster to get to the next page ends up being the beauty of reading, at least in my opinion. 

 

I think I liked the book? (emphasis on the question mark) maybe It taught me some cliche that the ending you want isn’t always the best one or something.

 

Do you guys have reading anxiety too or am I the only one (should probably work on myself )? 

See ya!

XOXO

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