I want a book that screams the opposite of true love – something that tears down the illusion that love is meant for everyone or that it’s some grand force waiting for us to find it.
I’m not in the mood for heartbreak portrayed beautifully or tragic romance that still glorifies love. I want something raw, disillusioning, maybe even cruelly honest, fiction that makes you question whether love ever really existed beyond what we tell ourselves. Something that makes love feel impossible.
Open to any genre as long as it hits that note.
by lonelifeaesthetic
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The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison.