Now that I have it, I notice how much I missed to be totally absorbed by a piece of fiction. Sally Rooney. Conversations with friends.
I love those to-the-point observations. That seem to be rather sketchy but go so deep and reveal all the emotions and vulnerabilities. Genius.
Reading this book is like having one of those fruity and creamy cocktails you used to get at Tropitone*. Where you were only knocked out by the alcohol when you went out into the fresh air again.
*) Tropitone in Bochum, formerly a cocktail bar, now a shisha bar. What else.