Reviews
the space between us is a living thing, edges and edges and edges, we want everything that words can give us. if i could i would spend my life chasing after spinning tops. sweetbitter eros, i love you in your entirety.
Highlights
There is something paradoxical in the relations between a novelist and his lovers. As a writer he knows their story must end and wants it to end. So, too, as readers we know the novel must end and want it to end. “But not yet!” say the readers to the writer. “But not yet!” says the writer to his hero and heroine. “But not yet!” says the beloved to the lover. And so the reach of desire continues.
Desire, then, is neither inhabitant nor ally of the desirer. Foreign to her will, it forces itself irresistibly upon her from without.