The void is my friend.
The first time you lose a parent, a part of you gets trapped there, trapped less in the moment of grief than in the knowledge of the end of childhood, the inevitable dwindling of the days.
page 84, Private Rites by Julia Armfield
It was a fine cry–loud and long–but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.
page 174, Sula by Toni Morrison
Your last few words in my ear still ring (Oh)
Malice on verse 2 of Clipse’s The Birds Don’t Sing
You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (Oh-oh)
“I love my two sons” was the code to your phone, now you’re home
Books became the medium I kept returning to more this year than any other. A mix of seasonal depression and anhedonia for the first half of the year meant that other forms of media that I enjoyed like music and video games weren’t hitting like they usually do. As such this will be the first of the three “2025 media of the year” posts.
I will start this blog post with some statistics and then I will get into each book in my 2025 books of the year list. The books will be listened in ascending order of when I read and reviewed them.
