Below are photographs of three books: the first one is a book that my creative writing teacher in high school wrote and let me borrow, but I never gave it back. I remember distinctly how the main character kept talking about spirals on the toenails and the pearl strand: something that the protagonist was obsessed with talking about. The main character’s life and thoughts sounded so much like she had had a psychotic break that one wonders if she has schizophrenia. Eve’s Longing, perhaps pertaining to original sin and Mary, was fascinating, very spiritual, and beautiful.
The second book I have pictured here is a book aptly entitled Blame. I picked it up at the bookstore a few weeks ago.
And lastly, this is a book I picked up today.