I first heard of Ottessa Moshfegh's novel My Year of Rest and Relaxation it on Instagram. Everybody was talking about it, I saw pictures of the book everywhere. The reviews, however, were not all good: a masterpiece, a cheap piece of shock literature, a groundbreaking story, an immensely boring book... everybody had a different opinion... Continue Reading →
I can't remember the last time I wrote about aa book herend that's really sad, but life can get complicated. Fortunately I just read a book that forced me to talk about it. It was Piranesi by British author Susanna Clarke. This is not my first encounter ith the charms of Susanna Clarke's fantasy. A... Continue Reading →
About four years ago I bought myself a copy of Pet Sematary. It was scary, everyone had told me, but not as scary as other novels by Stephen King. I intended to read it in October, since I always dedicate that month to scary books (that one and other months, I must admit), but when... Continue Reading →
Hello there! I know I'm a bit late to publish these, but here we go. La hija única, Guadalupe Nettel Guadalupe Nettel is one of the most praised contemporary voices in Mexico and her books often have the same themes: the grotesque, bodily differences and functions, bodies in general and taboos. Although I am not... Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago I became acquainted with Mariana Enriquez's storytelling. I since marvel at the Argentinian writer's talent to conjure up such terrifying stories from the daily Latin American everyday violence. She is one of the few contemporary writers that creep me out (in a good way, I guess) and when I discovered... Continue Reading →
I just read one of those books everybody reads in high school. Since I can remember being a reader and making reading lists, Steppenwolf has been on my radar; many people in several different places and contexts had recommended the book to me, and I can't really say why it took me so long to... Continue Reading →
Translated from the Japanese in 2019, this is a mesmerizing book that submerges you in its dystopic winter. It is the story of a novelist in an unnamed island where things have begun to disappear: hats, birds, photographs and even boats...
2020 was a terrible year for almost everyone and everything. However, books were a silver lining for many of us and confinement is definitely an excuse for reading through the day.
I can't believe it's December already! This year went by so fast, but I hope I'm not too late to recommend some of my favorite reads for these bleak and short days. Although I don't really have vacations now, I remember December being my favourite month to tackle my reading list, back when I studied... Continue Reading →
For my last spooky read of the year (it's almost Christmas!) I chose an author I'm familiar with. I've been a fan of Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle because they really scared me, although not in a way that most horror books do. Shirley Jackson's... Continue Reading →
The last couple of months have been quite hectic, but since it was a scary book that got me out of my reading slump and it's that time of the year again, I thought I'd make the time to list the 10 books that have scared me the most, in case you're up for a... Continue Reading →
As you might have guessed by now, I am a huge fan of anything ghost-related. I love ghost stories and scary movies, I have a deep curiosity for old buildings and family histories. But I often find myself disappointed by both books and cinema on the subject. Other than the classics —M.R. James, Shirley Jackson,... Continue Reading →