To Rest Our Minds and Bodies by Harriet Armstrong: book review
To Rest Our Minds and Bodies by Harriet Armstrong I honestly don't know where to start with this one. I can't even really tell you how much I liked it? It was a recommendation from a friends, and it's rolled like a wave through the girls of our M.Phil program all taking turns reading it. It's funny going into a novel being told you're going to like something. This was doubled down on by the fact that I'd separately stumbled into Armstrong's short stories and an essay in magazines that I quite enjoyed. I'd been wondering if she had a novel. The book is very much my lane in the sense that it has zero plot and also examines the catastrophic effects of being in love, never telling the person, and having them only mildly reciprocate those feelings in strange ways that are just enough to perpetuate the hope that something might come through in the end. In some ways, it's like The Idiot . It's set over the narrator's final year of university and is...
