#girlblogger books

[poppletonink]

Coquette: An Inspired Reading Recommendations List

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Girl In Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow

Ariel by Sylvia Plath

Girl Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

Bunny by Mona Awad

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Black Swan by Eve Babitz

My Year Of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Mosfegh

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers

Violet Bent Backward Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Valley Of The Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell

Emma by Jane Austen

Being Lolita: A Memoir by Alisson Wood

Boy Parts by Eliza Clark

[hamoodmood]

[amourdedove]

[knowitsforthebetterr]

[saltair-and-palemoonlight]

you’re on your own, kid, you always have been

normal people, 2020/@ryebreadgf /ceilings - lizzy mcalpine/the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson/untitled, frank wright/unknown, from pinterest/nicolas martin, “dedicated to light”/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift/edward hooper, “gayle on the f train”/@seashellronan/tolerate it - taylor swift/unknown/tv - billie eilish/unknown, from pinterest/@lustloveandliarsx/@finehoney/@farmlesbians/liability - lorde/i get so jealous of euthanized dogs - june gehringer/anne magill/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift

[lithium-poet]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Lana Del Rey, hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[lanalove2012]

[girlbloggerinterrupted222]

babe you haven’t touched you kafka birthday cake is everything okay?

[literallyourdreamgirl]

off duty model in paris ༄ؘ

[selena04]

"he hit me and it felt like a kiss"

[amourdedove]

[knowitsforthebetterr]

[hamoodmood]

[heavenly-angell]

my type of reading 𔘓

[rosepompadour]

JENNIFER JONES in MADAME BOVARY (1949)

Emma feeds on mediocre books, and therefore her dissatisfactions are never truly tragic, just grotesque. She is not to be pitied but derided. She is worthy of condemantion for her vulgar nature, for her cold and self-centered pursuit of a kind of pleasure that not even she understands, for her stupid attachment to the most inane of literary myths, for her dime-store sentimentalism. Few readers take time to look more closely at Emma and at how her author judges her, how many indignities he heaps upon her — so many that she is left without a single good quality, not one. - Dacia Maraini, Searching for Emma