I remember starting Virginie Despentes’ Apocalypse Baby as my first book for 2016. All these days later and I am stuck on page 100. And yet I liked the book? Perhaps because it reminds me of the sun-drenched, airy apartment in Mexico City where we were staying in January, and how I am not there any longer. (December update – still not finished!)
-9 April 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.