"Botterbryoo by Bard 'n' Bland."
"Books that encapsulate that ASSence of sommah VARRY WAL."
Her camera conveniently "runs out of charge" only to magically work immediately after she claims to have eaten 2 and a bit biscuits, so those clearly just got tossed out the window.
"I'm disappointed with Sherwood Anderson's writing because he only writes about men," Ruby says, having just started on her latest first-and-last draft mess of a book about a world populated entirely by privileged white girls aged 11-16.
So...she was disappointed by the book, but dreams of reading it for the first time? So that, what, she can be disappointed by it all over again? What fresh madness is going on in her brain?
She clearly saw other people over the past few years making "Books I wish I could read again for the first time" videos, then filtered the title through her usual sentence-mangling syntax in a try-hard attempt sound smart. In the process, she looks especially dumb even for her. These books appear barely related to summer and Ruby very obviously either hasn't read them or didn't like them when she skimmed through them.
Ruby has nothing to say about Anderson's book aside from how "languid" and "provincial" it is - two of her favourite words to overuse at every opportunity - and then rambles nonsensically as she massively overanalyses YA book We Were Liars. I'd wager that's the only one she actually read (or skimmed) a lot off, and even then it was clearly just to strip-mine ideas for her own YA book. But even as she drones on endlessly about how E. Lockhart has an innovative writing style (because it's apparently the first time Ruby has ever seen a book experiment even slightly with form and structure), she never once explains the basic plot or how it's supposedly intrinsically a book about summer. There's not even an elevator pitch plot blurb for this book recommendation.
Call Me By Your Name - "I feel loikye AVVERYONE is talking about this book, THIS SOMMAR IN PARTICULAR."
(Checks calendar.) Nope, definitely not 2019 again. Just checking.
This is her 428th time trying to convince people that she's read Call Me By Your name after 2 years of unsuccessful and unbelievable attempts. This is the first time she's realised there's sex in the book. And she clearly only realised that because she got called out on YouTube for clearly having never read the peach scene or any other part of the book when she was desperately trying to use the book as a prop for her romanticised "aesthetic" trip to Italy.
And then she just recites all her lecture handouts and Blakeney's notes about Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man and I gave up.
God, she's just insufferable to listen to.
Find someone who looks at you the way Ruby looks at the fires she starts.
And why in the illiterate, dusty
duck have her dirty sheets gone unchanged and unmoved for several months? What a grimy little goblin.