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.