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Absolute filth, but somehow thoroughly entertaining. by @reading.shange

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Doek Literary Festival 2026
Windhoek, Namibia by @reading.shange

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13 days ago

“What is an adult? A child puffed with age“

The female rage in this book is venomous, but so damn warranted. by @reading.shange

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2 months ago

I came across a reviewer who said that Heart the Lover is a picture of how one person’s cowardice can change the entire trajectory of your life, and I don’t think I’ve come across a better way to describe this book.

I think the book did exactly what it needed to do. And Lily King is an incredible writer. There’s something so devastating about the way she writes about feeling, longing and regret.

3.5⭐️ by @reading.shange

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2 months ago

And sometimes the thing that saves you isn’t even the book itself.

Sometimes it’s a single line that changes the way you carry what you’ve been holding on to.

This line did that for me many moons ago. by @reading.shange

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3 months ago

I love authors who have complete confidence in both their craft and their readers. The kind who don’t feel the need to fit neatly into conventional storytelling, but instead commit wholeheartedly to an ambitious idea and trust that readers will meet them there. Damon Galgut does exactly that in The Promise.

The Promise follows the Swart family across several decades, with each section centred around a family funeral. Through their lives, Galgut explores grief, inheritance, race, guilt, and the unfulfilled promise to transfer ownership of a house to Salome, the family’s Black domestic worker.At the same time, it quietly reflects South Africa’s own unfulfilled promises in the post-apartheid era.

What stayed with me long after I finished the novel wasn’t simply its themes, but its craftsmanship. Galgut’s approach to narration is one of the most impressive I’ve encountered. The narration is incredibly fluid. Rather than anchoring itself to one character, it moves seamlessly between perspectives, entering one consciousness before drifting into another, sometimes within the same paragraph. It sounds like it shouldn’t work, but it does - and with remarkable precision.

Another detail I admired was how the prose subtly shifts depending on whose perspective we’re inhabiting. The language begins to reflect that character’s worldview, the way they interpret people and events, and even the vocabulary they would naturally use to make sense of the world. It’s such a subtle technical decision that you could easily miss it, but once you notice it, you can’t help but admire the level of control behind it.

This isn’t a book I’d recommend to everyone, and I don’t think it’s trying to be. I’d recommend it to readers who enjoy novels that ask for their attention, who don’t mind a little ambiguity, readers who appreciate thoughtful, unconventional storytelling and who are just as interested in how a story is told as what happens. If you’re willing to meet this novel on its own terms, you’ll find a masterclass in narrative craft.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 by @reading.shange

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3 months ago

There is nothing quite like it.

4.5/5⭐️ by @reading.shange

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4 months ago

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6 months ago

Book Reflection🍊

Sunburn is a coming-of-age story about first love between two teenage girls, Lucy and Susannah, set in a small Irish town where tradition quietly governs everything. It’s not dramatic in plot, but it is emotionally exact in how it portrays wanting something that doesn’t fit the life laid out for you.

What I appreciated most is how honestly it handles intensity. Lucy’s love for Susannah is consuming in the way first love often is - disproportionate, obsessive, all-encompassing. The novel doesn’t romanticize that; it simply lets it exist. Her feelings aren’t framed as rebellion, but as confusion. She’s trying to reconcile what she feels with what she has always been taught love should look like.

The fragility of female friendship is another element that stood out to me. Lucy and Susannah begin in a closeness that feels normal and socially acceptable. But once Lucy’s feelings deepen, that same intimacy becomes unstable. The safety of friendship is suddenly something that can be lost. That shift felt very real.

The mother-daughter dynamic adds another layer to Lucy’s internal conflict. Her understanding of love, womanhood, and respectability isn’t abstract - it’s shaped at home. There’s an unspoken inheritance there: expectations passed down quietly, without ever needing to be explicitly stated. Lucy’s struggle isn’t just personal; it’s generational.

And because the story stays entirely in Lucy’s point of view, we sit inside that struggle with her. There’s no external voice offering clarity. Just her confusion, her guilt, her hope. That closeness is what gives the novel its emotional weight.

10/10 if you ask me🧡🌟🌟 by @reading.shange

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7 months ago

I just finished East of Eden, and I’m still sitting with it.

It feels deeply connected to the story of Cain and Abel in the Book of Genesis - not necessarily a direct retelling, but a mirror. The ache between brothers. The quiet rivalry. The longing to be chosen. The wound of rejection. We see it in Charles and Adam, and again in Cal and Aron. The pattern repeats itself, almost like inheritance.

And that’s what the novel keeps circling: are we bound by what we inherit? Are we marked by the sins of those who came before us? Or do we simply carry within us the capacity for both good and evil?

When your family name carries treachery, it can begin to feel like destiny. You start to believe you are cursed - that the darkness in your blood will inevitably rise. But the book resists that fatalism. It offers something quieter and more radical: timshel - thou mayest.

You may choose.

In Genesis, Cain’s story feels sealed. Here, the story stretches across generations, and the question becomes less about inevitable sin and more about freedom. Not “thou shalt.” Not “thou must.” But “thou mayest.”

And yet, why does evil feel easier? Why is it so effortless to surrender to resentment, to jealousy, to bitterness? Perhaps because goodness requires awareness. It requires courage. It asks us to take responsibility instead of blaming inheritance.

Some characters battle darkness. Others battle the weight of their own potential. There’s something devastating about knowing you could be extraordinary and feeling paralyzed by it. Greatness can feel like a burden when you’re afraid you won’t live up to it. And then there is Lee - who understands that the most dangerous inheritance is not sin itself, but the belief that you are bound by it.

And like Lee - man, do I hate a coward.

If this story urges anything, it is this: be brave enough to be good. Be brave enough to be kind. Be brave enough to be just.

Timshel. by @reading.shange

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8 months ago

Can’t believe it’s been five years since I started this account, right in the heart of COVID. I was in a season of waiting then, trying to make sense of what life might look like next. Everything felt blurred and uncertain, and books became my consolation in ways I didn’t even know I needed at the time.

Looking back now, this post feels like an ode to the people I’ve connected with through this little space - the ones I’ve met in real life, and the ones I haven’t, but who have still felt close in quiet, meaningful ways. I’m really grateful for that. by @reading.shange

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8 months ago

Swipe to see my face throughout the entirety of this book by @reading.shange

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