A Year in Reading: Melissa Lozada-Oliva
I started off with Tomorrow Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin, which I couldn’t put down because it gave me a reading bug. I was like, could I become a gamer? The answer is no, and probably, never, but the way Zevin depicts the craft of video games, play, and friendship made me consider a new life holding a controller.
As the winter by (translated by ) and felt like my boobs were being torn off while I was chugging raw milk. My boyfriend gifted me by (translated by ) for Christmas, but I had held off on it because I had heard so many mixed reviews. After a friend at ’s release for told me that it “fucking slapped” and that it “made them sob,” I decided to crack it open. I lugged this 608-page book around for the better part of a month entranced by the disgusting, sensual world Enriquez created. It’s but with cults and the horrors of Latin America. It’s about how so much of being a parent is lying to your children. It was maximalist and hammy in a way (there’s even a character named Stephen who walks down King road), and I love that. Next I read by , which is like if made love to a beautiful union organizer in a hot dog costume. I learned so much from this book and laughed out loud. It is perfect.
