Typewriter Tuesdays – This Is How You Lose Her

This is how you lose her – more like this is how you lost me. I usually start my reviews with meaningful or impactful quotes from the book that really intrigued me but I didn’t find any on here… 

Junot Diaz is someone who’s been on my radar for years now. I’ve always wanted to read his work and I’m not sure why I never got the books much earlier than last year since they were published about five years ago – see my procrastination guys. Anyway, so this particular book was one I had been eyeing for an entire year until I eventually bought it. And unfortunately, I actually regret this purchase.

Before I give you my very brief thoughts, let me give you a short synopsis about the story. The book is a compilation of short stories about Yunior who is the central figure and narrator throughout. It talks about his various experiences with love and stories of the men in his life as well as their experiences with life and love with Dominican women both in the Dominican Republic as well as in the United States.

Each of the stories focuses on individuals confronting tough times and the consequences of their choices, especially in regards to love and relationships. Yunior’s voice ranks among the most distinctive and inimitable in modern literature. Through his perspective, Diaz gives us an uncensored glimpse into the lives of a community of men and women battling through the tumultuous terrain of love from both the emotional and carnal side. Diaz does not hold back with his oftentimes salacious details of love. He navigates the perils of sex and relationships with complete honesty and openness. Diaz’s literary abilities and prose is like wildfire, tearing through everything and leaving you unsettled.

To be quite honest it did leave me unsettled and not in the best way. I didn’t really take much from this book. The short stories were a tad confusing, some I couldn’t even tell if they were connected to the former and as much as Diaz’ writing style is quite impeccable, the characters weren’t as memorable as you’d have thought – given the insane hype this book has gotten since it came out in 2012. The first bunch of stories were capturing and kept me interested, once the narrator became the same one for each story coming up – I was over it. Following Yunior from a teen to adulthood didn’t end up working in my favour, since his character wasn’t that intriguing to see developed over the course of a number of stories. So the second half of the book was quite disappointing. I think I mostly forced myself to complete this book just so I can give you guys a review as is my duty on this blog.

There might be something profound here, about life and loss and love, but the message was not received on my end. I am not touched. I am not sighing about this or that section in the book. I do not feel different. I am just… meh. For an author whose work I’ve really been looking forward to reading – this was not a good first impression. I’m glad I tried though, now I know not to get the rest of his work, unless someone knows any other book he has written that is much better than this one? Please let me know if it’s worth trying and won’t be a waste of time.


Rating: 3/10








  1. Finally someone who agrees this book is shit. I first read “The brief wondrous life of Oscar wao” about Yunior and his life sexscapades or luck of, and thought Junot is an interesting writer. So went ahead and decided to read this one…..let’s just that’s a whole day I wasted that I will never recover. That book scarred me, I’m even scared of reading his other book “drown” lest it confirms he’s an overrated writer.


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