The cult book club (CKBC) is reading The Weight of Blood by Laura McHugh this month. Here’s the blurb:
"The Dane family’s roots tangle deep in the Ozark Mountain town of Henbane, but that doesn’t keep sixteen-year-old Lucy Dane from being treated like an outsider. Folks still whisper about her mother, a bewitching young stranger who inspired local myths when she vanished years ago. When one of Lucy’s few friends, slow-minded Cheri, is found murdered, Lucy feels haunted by the two lost girls-the mother she never knew and the friend she couldn’t protect. Everything changes when Lucy stumbles across Cheri’s necklace in an abandoned trailer and finds herself drawn into a search for answers. What Lucy discovers makes it impossible to ignore the suspicion cast on her own kin. More alarming, she suspects Cheri’s death could be linked to her mother’s disappearance, and the connection between the two puts Lucy at risk of losing everything. In a place where the bonds of blood weigh heavy, Lucy must decide where her allegiances lie."
I’m actually really excited about this one. It’s what I voted for, and it’s supposed to be excellent.
And, if you’re not part of the book club yet, I urge you to reconsider because you’re missing out. I think we have a really great group of people, and I’m totally enjoying all the fresh perspectives and opinions.
Finished it today and holy shit
Holy shit indeed!
"Yes, London is an unfriendly city – and long may it stay that way"
Chinese illustrator, painter, and street artist Chen Yingjie (aka Hua Tunan) creates paintings that are alive with energy. Using a splattering technique, he creates beautiful creatures that radiate with vibrant colors. Night Owl is one of his recent pieces filled with a dynamic power that emanates from the bird’s single golden eye.
"Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy."
"Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in."
I hate what Bitten has done to Jeremy.
Seriously, this show is my Toby.
I’m trying so hard to not write an essay about it.
I know! They are making him out to be some kind of selfish character, whereas in the book he’s anything but. So upsetting, but I’m also really glad I’ve read the book now.
"No matter how you feel… Get up. Dress up. Show up. And never give up."