House Of Incest

This has been on my bookshelf for years, and today finally made its way into my hands. I can't remember what originally prompted me to buy it–probably Nin's contribution to the female erotica genre–but I wasn't sure what to expect. I don't normally consume a lot of poetry, but if I can find the sense of wonder and emotion Nin's prose evokes in similar works, I'm all in. It is entrancing, visceral, and captures all your attention from the first page.

It's not a book to be read casually. It requires a level of introspection and absorption not required of most modern works, but it's truly worth it. Also, despite being a hardcore reader I still found quite a few words I had to look up, which is pretty humbling. Nin truly had a skill for capturing abstract illusions in the most eloquent way.