My Friends is one of those quiet books that suddenly punches you in the feelings. It starts soft, but underneath it’s full of grief, love, awkward growing pains, and all the emotional chaos of being human. Hisham Matar just gets people — no drama, no preaching, just truth.
What hit me most was how honestly it talks about growing up and carrying those early bruises around. It nails that teenage mix of thinking you’re unstoppable while also falling apart. Extremely relatable.
I ended up highlighting so many lines — little observations about grief, loneliness, and love that feel almost too real, like someone finally put words to stuff you’ve felt forever. Another Post here.
The book really shines when it talks about friendship and love, especially how blurry those lines can be when you’re young. And it doesn’t shy away from the harder things either, like how being loved and accepting love are two totally different skills.
The art moments were some of my favorites — the whole idea that art, love, and grief are all tangled together. It’s soft and a little sad in the best way.
And even though it deals with heavy things, it’s not depressing. There’s laughter woven through it, these small reminders that joy sticks around even when life gets rough.
Overall, My Friends is tender, thoughtful, and incredibly human. It’s the kind of book that sneaks
up on you and stays. Five stars.
★★★★★
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