Many writers I love reported this as one of their books of the year, and each time I’ve considered to go back to the book. I will do it. I find the author very interesting as well, but I’m afraid I’ve been into very deep and very real (not only in the literal sense) works of literature this year, and while I was completely captivated by the atmosphere of the book, especially during the first half, then the metaphors and fantasies became too easy, the playfulness became too banal for me to stay interested in the main character.