”i was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest i was well. i was whole, whole  would remain. to those who hurt me, i react giving back in kind. i am the queen of spades, i am the wasp that stings, i am the dark serpent. i am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.”


so jaw-dropping, i cannot even begin to explain how incredible this book is. she feels so real, and alive within her thoughts of a nature that seemed akin to that of medea, i was mesmerised from the first sentence. cannot wait to read for of elena ferrante, this is truly an incredible book, i only wish it was longer. this is the perfect novel that tackles women vs the void, the feminine rage and it’s innate entanglement with sex is captured so effortlessly, im in awe everytime i reflect upon it.