Nina worried she liked being alone too much; it was the only time she ever fully relaxed. People were . . . exhausting. They made her anxious. Leaving her apartment every morning was the turning over of a giant hourglass, the mental energy she’d stored up overnight eroding grain by grain. She refueled during the day by grabbing moments of solitude and sometimes felt her life was a long-distance swim between islands of silence. She enjoyed people – she really did – she just needed to take them in homeopathic doses; a little of the poison was the cure.
This is a passage from The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman.
The Bookish Life of Nina Hill is my current read. It had been a bit of an effort in procuring this book after I came across its positive review in the Waterstones newsletter because it went out of print soon and wasn’t available at the nearby bookstore. Thankfully, it was available on Amazon but the delivery took more than 1 week.
Nina Hill could be a sister of Eleanor Oliphant from across the Atlantic. Nina Hill lives in Los Angeles. She is a loner, a nerd, an organisation freak and incredibly funny in her own nerdy ways. While she could be me in many aspects, her nerdy humour is proving to be a little too much tangential to my circular plane. Barring the nerdiness, I am enjoying reading (and finding my own bits and pieces in) Nina Hill.
In case you enjoyed Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine, you are surely going to love The Bookish Life of Nina Hill. Even more, if you are a book nerd yourself.
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