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uhhhh holy slow burn❣️❣️ 
 
i’m easy ok, any book centered round sapphic yearning is usually an immediate yes for me. but i’m happy to report that this one didn’t disappoint. 
 
‘the seduction’ by sara torres (translated by mary faye lethem) was frustrating, to say the least (and trust!! i mean that as praise). the tension between our protagonist & her object of desire, an older writer who she’s been hired to photograph at her catalan home, was damn near suffocating. theirs is instantly the kind of closeness that never quite tips, just lingers in an unbearable almost, stretching thinner & thinner without ever properly snapping. 
 
while reading this, i kept thinking about how the book maps longing not as a straight line but as a loop, something that keeps folding back on itself, replaying, intensifying, distorting everything around it. it felt less like watching a relationship unfold & more like being trapped inside a circling fixation, the kind of hunger that sharpens everything. 
 
i can see this one being a lil polarizing, especially if you’re not in the mood to sit inside that kind of slow burn, but i’m confident that those that get it… will get it. 
 
‘the seduction’ was gorgeously written & agonizingly paced. suffice it to say, i read most of it in one sitting & was immediately hungry for more, even as it was actively driving me insane. which i think might’ve been exactly the point. 
 
god bless being gay as fuck 🫡 and god bless atria books for the advanced read ❤️‍🔥 this one’s out in early june!! #madsreviews