It's like watching an airplane crash: you just can't help but watch the fire consume everyone inside.
I should finish Normal People.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
It's weird, after many years, to remember how I thought about myself and the world through Calum. Pain is mist, blurring the shape of the things we see and love. And every moment of joy is tainted by the mounting dread of the wrong "knowledge" of our undeserving, of our unbelonging. Until eventually we forget just how much pain we'd bring to those we love by taking the easy way out -- precisely because, even though we don't really want…