It's only been a month since I finished this, yes. But I just had this gaping wound inside me that I needed Lispector's balming words to heal me. I picked it up a couple of days ago, freshly wounded, and now I'm done, feeling well rested; rejuvenated. 

Someone once said Lispector wrote intuitively. It's true. Her words were intuitive, prophetic, alive and wriggling. Some may get it, some won't. Even those who got it the first time, there's no guarantee that you'll get it the second time. 

It felt a little blasphemous to lower my rating this time around compared to my first time reading it but I do think the first one punched me even harder. I just needed to hear her, read her, to remind me of some things. And as always, it was a job well done. I'm afraid I may make this a habit of rereading her works for as long as I need her.