i don’t know how to explain this book, i don’t even know how to process anything i just read. i’m devestated. i’m hopeful. i’ve the sneaking suspicion that a lot of it went clear over my head and i won’t fully appreciate everything Le Guin tried to say with tLHoD until i’ve read it for a second time.

and i probably, definitely shouldn’t have picked this as my first Le Guin because it was a true exercise in “trust the process,” or, in this case, trust the storyteller.