August
	demian (hesse) I don't care for carl jung.
	the bell jar (plath) finally relieved from the embarrassment of never having read this. my favourite similes: "he kept staring at her the way people stare at the great white macaw in the zoo, waiting for it to say something human." "I sat cross-legged on one of the beds and tried to look devout and impassive like some businessman I once saw watching an Algerian belly-dancer." "Her head drooped forward into the puddle, the wisps of her blonde hair dabbling in it like tree roots in a bog."
	the white castle (pamuk) went over my head. agreed with a review I read on storygraph that it should have been more historical than psychological. I could have then tolerated all the plot, but it was too much plot for a psychological novel; it reads like a very lost extended metaphor.

August

demian (hesse)

I don't care for carl jung.

the bell jar (plath)

finally relieved from the embarrassment of never having read this. my favourite similes:

"he kept staring at her the way people stare at the great white macaw in the zoo, waiting for it to say something human."

"I sat cross-legged on one of the beds and tried to look devout and impassive like some businessman I once saw watching an Algerian belly-dancer."

"Her head drooped forward into the puddle, the wisps of her blonde hair dabbling in it like tree roots in a bog."

the white castle (pamuk)

went over my head. agreed with a review I read on storygraph that it should have been more historical than psychological. I could have then tolerated all the plot, but it was too much plot for a psychological novel; it reads like a very lost extended metaphor.