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A review by potatq
All the Lovers in the Night by Mieko Kawakami
5.0
I have no functioning braincells as of the moment to write a coherent review.
All I can say is this book made me feel so deeply with the mundaneness of passively living, with detaching from our own existence, with feeling too little and all too much all the same.
We are made up of memories we often forget, and of light that we only see what’s left of. I loved the metaphors and the seemingly endless interpretations of it.
I cried several times; I don’t even know exactly why, but I just felt overcome with so much emotions as I read through Fuyuko’s existence.
Fuyuko and Hijiri are vastly different individuals, but the same in a lot of ways: Lonely and alone. I cried with Fuyuko and Hijiri; I think their characters resonated a little too much with me.
Fuyuko Irie is me; I am Fuyuko Irie.
All I can say is this book made me feel so deeply with the mundaneness of passively living, with detaching from our own existence, with feeling too little and all too much all the same.
We are made up of memories we often forget, and of light that we only see what’s left of. I loved the metaphors and the seemingly endless interpretations of it.
I cried several times; I don’t even know exactly why, but I just felt overcome with so much emotions as I read through Fuyuko’s existence.
Fuyuko and Hijiri are vastly different individuals, but the same in a lot of ways: Lonely and alone. I cried with Fuyuko and Hijiri; I think their characters resonated a little too much with me.
Fuyuko Irie is me; I am Fuyuko Irie.