Camus drifts through life untouched by its expectations, and that very detachment terrifies everyone around him. It‘s haunting, the way indifference becomes rebellion; how honesty, stripped of illusion, unsettles those still pretending to understand life. Camus forces you to confront that raw truth, that existence doesn‘t promise purpose, yet we live anyway. And maybe that‘s the point. To exist without needing reason, to linger.

to live with intention, compassion, and depth. Every conversation between Morrie and Mitch felt like a reminder that meaning isn‘t found in success, flesh, or the material; but in the love we give, the time we share, and the moments we truly feel alive. This book didn‘t just inspire me, it helped me rediscover what it means to live.

White Nights moved me in a destructive manner, an unforgettable way. It captures the loneliness that lives in all of us, that deep wish to be seen and understood, even if only for a moment. capturing the ache of isolation and the fragile hope of connection with poetic grace

It‘s a short simple quiet masterpiece in my personal opinion