Javor

It is like American psycho set in 19th century France. Just unnecessary long of conversations that go nowhere, and descriptions that serve no purpose. But instead of being done intentionally it feels like author tried to imitate descriptiveness of russian realism but got focused on wrong things. It is a good premise but could be easily be done in less the 100 pages.

Cheers.

I am always jealous when author can be focused and concise to write a short book in which they can build believable world, set interesting characters and make mundane things, such as training a bird, engaging.

But I am split in my thinking of the book shortness. I am disappointed that the story ended when characters where just set to be fully developed. On the other hand maybe Fonda said everything she had to say, and for me to search for more is just greedy. I am sad that it ended so soon, but good things end soon, which makes this a book good, a very good book indeed.

Cheers.

On the beginning of the book I was afraid that when I die, nobody will be sorry nor sad. Very human and selfish of me I know.

Trough the middle of the book I was afraid of becomig jaded and forgetting how to live and how to love.

In the end I was afraid that death will be the only truth in my life.

I hope those fears are here to stay.

Cheers.