A Year in Reading: Angela Chen
At the beginning of the lockdown, I—in a fever dream of hubris, pretentiousness, and self-delusion—decided that this would be the perfect time to finish ’s . I’d read the first two volumes years ago and loved them whole-heartedly, but abandoned volume three, , because the focus shifted to French aristocratic life instead of extremely relatable adolescent angsting. I did pick up again and I did finally finish, but I could not force myself to read the next book past
