It is the truth of life and the truth of literature. A unique experience and the desire to find its meaning. And although everything has probably been said about love, each generation experiences it a little differently.
I can't actually read annotations anymore. Too many interests meet in them. So, quite simply: This is a novel about love and writing in the age of digital sadness. It explores more than five years of one love affair and another two years of writing about it. There's a lot of passion, tears, and a few revelations as well.
It is a novel about why we are with each other, what we love about each other, and why we still leave each other. I am in it for myself, as one is for oneself in love and in everything worth speaking of.
It's probably a novel for those who prefer sharing to telling. And the catharsis before the happy ending.
