2016 reading log
21. A Little Life – Hanya Yanagihara
I’ve spent every spare moment of the past few days buried in this book, laughing and crying as Yanagihara weaves together one of the most beautiful, epic stories I’ve ever read. It captures life at its fullest and richest: gloriously optimistic and redemptive, and crushingly hopeless and devastating – a paean to love and friendship and life. I feel wrecked having turned the final page.
“There had been periods in his twenties when he would look at his friends and feel such a pure, deep contentment that he would wish the world around them would simply cease, that none of them would have to move from that moment, when everything was in equilibrium and his affection for them was perfect. But, of course, that was never to be: a beat later, and everything shifted, and the moment quietly vanished.”