i just finished reading On Beauty by Zadie Smith today. i always meant to read her books but somehow managed to not get started on them until now and i know i am beyond late in boarding the Zadie-Smith-Is-Amazing train but she is incredible. This book is fantastic, both hilarious and stomach-clenchingly sad. the characters are so wonderfully human, messy, and flawed. i wish i had remembered to highlight all the parts of the book i liked best (i didn’t have a highlighter with me while i was reading it though whenever i do, i end up highlighting so much that it becomes hard to distinguish between the parts that i really loved and the parts i highlighted for the sake of highlighting so the pages just become a jumble of florescent streaks) because there were so many. Zadie Smith tackles so many enormous subjects (love! infidelity! art history! philosophy! identity! liberalism vs. conservatism! cultural wars! academia! Howard’s End! etc.!) in such an effervescent, buoyant, and poignant way. i am now excited to go read her new book, NW.