A book which should have been a quick read but I found myself rereading pages and needing space between reads.
Two sentences before the narrator cried towards the end, I cried.
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Currently re-reading an edition which includes how workers responded to Hochschild's text. We can't control how ideas move but it continues to bother me the way friendships will casually get described in terms of emotional labour while the easiness of online relationality (facebook affects) is dismissed.
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