Normal People

8.13267/10 i think the book does a great job putting you in the shoes of two teenagers and then eventually adults and how their psyche and insecurities drive their decisions in their life. its a book full of character and frustrating at times but arent we all insufferable if all of our thoughts are laid down on paper like the characters thoughts are laid down by sally. she does a good job building tension by keeping you in the dark just like the characters are in the book but giving you nuggets of information making you know a little more than the characters in the book after some reading which i fuck with heavy.

As an author, Sally Rooney (in Normal People), is very much not a typical Author. She doesn't use language to dazzle and flaunt, there are no long-winded poetic descriptions here. She uses language to explain something, arranging sentences in a series reminiscent of how a mathematical proof is constructed.

Maybe more accurate to call her an anthropologist: observing humans, their interactions. For the viewer, she is describing the motivations, the contexts, the individuals thoughts and feelings. And how what follows is nothing but the most natural course of events, given the full context.

She has an ability to and dissect, very subtle emotions and interactions.

He seemed to think Marianne had access to a range of different identities, between which she slipped effortlessly. This suprised 
her, because she usually felt confined inside on single personality, which was always the same regardless of what she did or said. 
She had tried to be different in the past, as a kind of experiment, but it had never worked. 
If she was different with Connell, the difference was not happening inside herself, in her pesonhood, but in between them, in the dynamic.

Or how shifts in context affects feeling of self, after Connell moves from his hometown

Back home, Connel's shyness never seemed like much of an obstacle to his social life, because everyone knew who he was already, and there was never any need to introduce himself or create impressions about his personality. 
If anything, his personality seemed like something extenal to himself, managed by the opinions of others, rather than anything he individually did or produced. 
Now he has a sense of invisibility, nothingness, with no reputation to recommend him to anyone. Though his physical appearance has not changed, he feels objectively worse-looking than he used to be.

Solid Rooney

Fucking hell... I was going to give this three stars but the third to last sentence of the novel was such a damn farce. Is that supposed to be ironical? I really do hope so.

I liked the beginning but soon the story got really repetitive. And whenever something happened there was another jump in time and the parts which could've brought some true depth were skipped. Why was this book so superficial when it had the potential to be an impactfull masterpiece?

The writing was beautiful, though. And Lorraine is the best mom character ever (:

"He can’t help Marianne, no matter what he does. There’s something frightening about her, some huge emptiness in the pit of her being. It’s like waiting for a lift to arrive and when the doors open nothing is there, just the terrible dark emptiness of the elevator shaft, on and on forever. She’s missing some primal instinct, self-defense or self-preservation, which makes other human beings comprehensible. You lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you."

I'd obviously heard a lot of buzz about this book over the years, and among my friends, mostly mixed things. Which made me more intrigued to pick it up, as I'd heard it was a pretty intense character study of two people and how their relationship manifests from childhood into young adulthood, constantly orbit each other in irregular (and sometimes toxic) ways. I ended up really loving this. The depth that Sally Rooney was able to develop Connell and Marianne was incredible. I loved the unique ways that they were both deeply flawed and broken, and instead of leaning on each other as a fix, they lean on each other as a source of unconditional love.

The pacing was slow at times, and I would buy the argument that some of the beats were repetitive (do we really need to head ANOTHER long winded story about how Marianne drunkenly fights with her current toxic boyfriend of the month?), but I didn't mind this detail. Rooney writes quite accessibly and don't let the other reviews dupe you into thinking the lack of quotes was off-putting. I got confused about it maybe twice in the whole book because the formatting makes the dialogue clear.

It might be silly to say about a book with such high praise, but I'd be hesitant to recommend this widely. For those who love plot, this isn't the book for you. While it wasn't aimless, it was absolutely hyper focused on character and relationship development. For people who adore lovable characters, I also wouldn't recommend this. The characters often act in brash, disagreeable ways, driven by emotion or with the intention to hurt. For me, that's great characterization, but I know it's not for everyone. There's a bit of light social commentary in here as well, Rooney dances around issues of injustice, wealth, and privilege, but don't expect any of this to be fully realized. She hits a bit harder on the topic of class disparity which I appreciated. But if you love learning about Ireland, this has some really cool detail on regional and cultural differences within the country!

Anyway, this was good. I'll probably have to take a beat to recover before I pick up anything else by the author, but I'd certainly continue to read her works.

Shallow crud for the brainless masses. Terrible writing, uninteresting characters, zero plot, no point. Just more demonstration of how far literature has fallen.
They should have called it 'Subnormal People'.

I often felt like this was a lady in college recollecting what her high school sex life was like. Isn't everyone's sex life in their teens/early 20s depressing? Just me? and Sally Rooney? Anyway it was okay but I wouldn't read it again and I probably wouldn't recommend it to anyone.

Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.

Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas por las ventanillas de los taxis."

Pues igual, espero olvidar pronto esta lectura.

Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.

Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas por las ventanillas de los taxis."

Pues igual, espero olvidar pronto esta lectura.

I really loved listening to this on audible. I loved how the author talks about psychological state of young adult mind. I was able to relate to it so much even when I don't live in Ireland. It feels how people from different countries goes through similar emotional and cognitive experiences irrespective of place.

OOF. I don't recall reading any other book that portrays a relationship as painfully bare and true as this one. Marianne and Conell fall into a twisted dance that involves assumptions and interpretations of themselves, of each other; a dance that goes on for years, shifts and evolves with their own personal struggles, mutates accordingly.

It is fascinating in a horrible way, like witnessing a car crash in slow motion, to see these two seemingly normal people (ooooh see what I did there) get into certain destructive patterns unknowingly yet loving each other. Thx Sally Rooney for giving the world this perspective on relationships, which indeed ends up being a common occurrence, and shakes us awake from our romantic notion of love - love is good, love is pure, love is sugar, spice and everything nice (Corinthians 13).

Love, and acting upon love in the form of a relationship, can be ugly and problematic and we gotta be careful, I suppose. Let's face it, being so intensely close to another human being is a gargantuan task, yet all our lives we are made to believe that it is such a normal occurrence, to be in a normal relationship, involving normal people.