I mentioned this book previously and promised to share about it as soon as I finished it. I did finish it a while ago but lost all my enthusiasm by the end of the novel...
It is interesting and easy to read. It's not stupid. The humour is subtle. The language is fresh. The author loves words and chooses them carefully.
So why did I feel unsatisfied? Probably because her characters are a bit unfinished, emptyish, incomplete. Probably because I got the feeling that the writing had a fashionable touch. Probably because my expectations were too high (did I want to discover another Chekhov?!).
I'd rather stick to Boris Akunin for light reading.
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