Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders

Feels like: Riding the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland and interacting with the ghosts. Song pairing: “All The Time” by Bahamas “Tying a shoe; tying a knot on a package; a mouth on yours; a hand on yours; the ending of the day; the beginning of the day; the feeling that there will always be […]

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Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher

Feels like: Hanging out at the park at night with that guy from your fourth period chemistry class Song pairing: Dancing on My Own by Robyn; Love Will Tear Us Apart (covered)by Fall Out Boy I have a lot of feelings about Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher, and the Netflix series adapted from the […]

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Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

Feels like: When you forget your phone and have to spend hours in a room without a distraction from your own unraveling thoughts. Song pairing: Avant Gardener by Courtney Barnett. “Of course it’s expressive–what could be more arousing than inexplicable disdain my God.”  There’s not much to say plot-wise about Claire-Louise Bennett’s Pond. I mean, there’s […]

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Into The Water by Paula Hawkins

Feels like: Rehashing the folklore-like details of your hometown hauntings to friends of friends over late night drinks. Song Pairing: Riverside by Agnes Obel “Some say the women left something of themselves in the water; some say it retains some of their power, for ever since then it has drawn to its shores the unlucky, the desperate, […]

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Fractured by Catherine McKenzie

Feels like: Passing notes back and forth to your friend in high school about how much you hate that “one girl.” Song Pairing: “I Still Wait For You” by XYLO Nobody really likes Julie Prentice. At least that’s what it seems like to Julie Prentice. Best-selling author of the thrilling novel The Murder Game, she’s racking […]

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History of Wolves by Emily Fridlund

Feels like: Walking alone through a shaded wood for hours, no end in sight, without smiling. Song pairing: “Wolves” by Phosphorescence “Instead I stood under scalding water in the shower for one magnificent minute, letting needles of water pluck open some feeling of woe, some feeling of desolation I didn’t know I had felt. A capsized feeling, […]

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