I might be in the minority here, but I went into ‘A Little Life’ expecting to come out sobbing, or just hugging the book and crying cause I’ve never ugly cried or sobbed at books, mostly happy tears, so seeing all these booktoks of everyone actually sobbing, I was prepared.
There was a moment in the middle where I was physically scared to turn the page cause I wanted it to stop, but I just went ahead with it.
It got worse, then better and worse and better, and just like life, had its ups and downs. And despite it all, it was a life lived. I mean when I closed the book I genuinely smiled. Like I looked into a life of a loved one.
There is talk that the trauma is not possible in real life and whatnot, but I didn’t like it for the content, I liked it for the essence of the book, the characters, the friendships and love, the impact a childhood trauma can have for the rest of the life, overcoming it, living with it.
I don’t think it’s overhyped, just reached the wrong audience mostly.
If I read this as a teenager I’d take it the wrong way, the wrong lessons, but as a 30 year old, I see it differently.
by 3amdreamer_1004
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Most people here hate it. I absolutely loved it.