Nostalgic Books

Hello! As luck would have it, I just finished my final essay for this semester. It took much longer than any previous essay and I have positive feelings about it. I plan to post it here once it’s graded as a fun read for those interested in a Marxist literature critique over Agustina Bazterrica’s novel Tender is the Flesh.

With the multitude of ends in sight, I can’t help but feel more relaxed and reflective. It’s been a great semester and a loving period of my life, and I’m grateful for every person I’ve been able to experience it with. During these sentimental feelings, I can’t help but think on my childhood. I don’t remember too much about it, but some memories stand out more than others. In particular–books. Reading was such a tremendous part of my younger years that I actually blame books for some of my memory loss; it’s much more difficult to ascertain your past when you can’t discern fact from fiction. When I think back to elementary school I am bombarded with emotions untethered to memories, scents that I am convinced I fabricated based on whatever I was reading, and an unrecognizable feeling that seems to blur the line of bliss, nostalgia, melancholy, and regret. This combination of sentiments is confusing, but positive and powerful. And, although impossible to replicate to someone who is not myself, I wanted to share some of the books that make me feel this way when I think of them now.

I will include the Goodreads link to these, but won’t write anything about them. After all, their memories are a complex web of emotions, not something I feel I can adequately decipher into meaningful words. So enjoy, and reflect on what used to bring you so much joy!