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Quick bail. 🤷🏽‍♀️
I‘m reading for pleasure, not to work in order to get an idea of what pleasure the author might have intended to offer me.

Additionally, I realise that at the moment I don‘t have the attention span and/or concentration to really read highbrow texts. I tend to scan them and think: “Boooooring.”

So it‘s probably me, not the book but it‘s too artsy-fartsy for my current state of mind. Therefore, on to the next.

(2/2) I had already fallen for this book before I knew something about its content.

The first thing that caught my eye was the cover (“Never judge a book …”, you know. 😉) and then there was the German title sounding so interesting: “Me. Her. The woman”

I put it on hold and then forgot about it completely. A few days ago, it turned out to be my turn now – and now I am as excited as I was when I first spotted it. ☺️

(1/2) “A young Dutch writer lives in a childless, fulfilled relationship with her partner and writes her second novel. But must that be all? She could have a little son and live in divorce. Or meet a female writer at a festival and fall in love. She could have died in a ski accident in her friend‘s novel, or have a dog. … Which of these lives would be the right, the authentic one? And how well do you have to know yourself to answer this question?”