I really wanted to love it, but the nature of the chapters really annoyed me more than it should have.
The writing is imaginative and mostly easy to follow, descriptive, and understandable. But the chapters drove me crazy. Some start to move a story just to end and come back when I've already half forgotten about them. Some drag on for too long. Reading felt more like a chore than pleasure. But maybe that is just a sign that I'm not the target audience. Who knows?
House of Day, House of Night (Writings From An Unbound Europe)by Olga TokarczukNorthwestern University Press
