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"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.

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Jolene?

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No thoughts, just Gu Weiyi’s search history.

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𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨!

TW: Death, Depression

Everyone In This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭒

Wow. Just wow. I absolutely loved this book. I found this book on a random table on the bookstore and picked it up because the title really grabbed my attention. I’m one of those people who is always thinking about how everyone has their own individual lives and thoughts so my interest was quite piqued to say the least. And I am glad that it was, because this book was so good. I loved the way Austin would take sharp plot turns in the middle of Gilda’s (main character) seemingly average life. It kept me on my toes and even if it got “slow”, the writing is so scrumptious that it was still riveting. The (dark) humor kept it from being too depressing. She writes Gilda’s depression so well that I cannot stress the trigger warning I put at the top enough. After I finished I had a small breakdown just because I felt seen, I think that’s the best way I can phrase that, but I was just so shocked to see the way I felt written into words. Honestly, I was just… amazed.

**Spoiler warning: I totally did not expect the ending but I’m glad it ended the way it did. And I’m really glad that Grace wasn’t murdered. I felt like finding out the way she died was beautifully depressing and very fitting. I hated Barney and if I’m really being honest, I hated Giuseppe too. I tend to find life coaches a little obnoxious, but I gave him a chance until he used offensive slurs as a result to being rejected. Like yeehaw good one congrats on being a terrible person. I loved Gilda and Eleanor. And Eli? Deserves their own book.**

I loved this novel so much. An atheist lesbian working as a church receptionist? Genius. The way she writes about religion, family, and maintaining relationships while struggling with depression is all just so amazing and realistic and amazingly realistic. Nothing but rave reviews from me. I would recommend.

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𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨!

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green

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I’m starting off with this bad boy because I just read it and I got lots to say. I went in to this book knowing the reviews but I still felt like I had to read it because it’s John Green. But? I wish I hadn’t. Though I do appreciate the fact that John writes mental illnesses to bring awareness to them. I respect John Green as an author but when I read his books I find it hard to really connect with the characters because they’re written on such a generic level. Like when he was writing Aza’s character, he just googled “OCD symptoms” and went with it. (Update: I know he has been diagnosed with OCD but I still feeI like it’s just written on a basic level, and I wish it he would have written more like of his own experiences) I honestly feel this way about a lot of his novels, and though I do like John Green, I will continue to flame his writing with no remorse. After-all, this is a writing slander page above all else.

**Spoiler warning: I liked Davis a lot and I wish the ending was a lot happier than it was, which like spoiler alert? But it’s a John Green novel so surprise surprise the ending isn’t a happily ever after. Speaking of, DAISY BRO?! HATE HER! The way… the way this selfish a$$ h0€ told Aza that she was self-absorbed and a hindrance because of her mental illness?! AND DIDN’T EVEN DO IT DIRECTLY BUT THROUGH STAR WARS FAN FICTION?! Pissed me tf off I’ll tell you that.**

All in all, I’m giving it two stars because of Davis and the fact that John did shed some light on an illness that’s not commonly talked about which is very cool, especially as someone who has been dealing with their OCD for years. But in the end it reads like a John Green novel and will just be a book I’ve read. I would not recommend.

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