
Is it normal that it makes me so excited? One week later, maybe the green edges set too high expectations. I may or may not have skimmed through the last 150 pages (out of 520). And now I really don't know what to say about this.
The writing is very rich, substantial, and the story seems, initially, to absorb such qualities itself. However, right after you close the book, you just know that, actually, it left you nothing. While I know - I experienced - that this story is anything but flimsy, I wonder what went wrong. It's not even that I found it boring as many reviews say. It just told me nothing.
I think I will pick this up again in the future. But this time around, it uninterested me so much that I am speechless. For the wrong reasons. It's as if the book had so much potential with its beautiful writing, but somehow failed to deliver a truly meaningful and engaging experience. I'm left feeling disappointed and a bit困惑, wondering if I missed something or if the book simply didn't live up to its promise.