Before the adventures of a geisha, I thought being a geisha was very wonderful and attractive. But I didn't know that being a geisha is not a choice, it's a kind of helplessness...
Unlike many people who were tired of the details, for me it was very touching. Because I am generally interested in Eastern culture - except for that horrible look at women and it made me very, very sad. But I wanted to read the descriptions a thousand times and not forget them, and I know that from now on I have forgotten them. But the experience was not repeatable. I read a novel so patiently and carefully and only let go when my mind was free, only when I could focus on its calculation method. I don't like giving time to a book at all. But it seemed that the more I prolonged it, the more it was engraved in my mind. I loved some parts and thought about them for a week. Like the case of Sayuri's sister - who never heard from her again and remained unknown until the end of the story... or the mothers, the personality of the mothers really had an angelic state. How can you find a stranger who gives you so much time so purely? And that too for something that everyone has rejected and has fallen into a state of loneliness?
I even liked Nobu and I really don't understand how the face of a person's first love can be so full of sadness for years - I think fifteen years. In my opinion, there were more motives involved, but because of the traditional clichés and the male-dominated society and the situation of Sayuri... this assumption is conceivable. And the risk he took also scared me a lot. Even when I closed the book and stood up to turn around, my head went dizzy :)) And it was hard for me that because of your love for a friend, apart from the interest he has in you, because of all that love, you betray him again. Although I know that a person in his life, even with the softest moral standards, makes horrible mistakes and I myself have not behaved according to my predictions and guidelines many times. Therefore, this was also understandable.
The end was a very happy end that I didn't like happiness so much. But all the characters passed through my mind and I justified myself with that. Apart from all these, the expression and language of the author were fascinating; with its beautiful images in simplicity without any burden - and I don't know how much the influence of Sayuri played a role - it had attracted me a lot.