A review by friya
The Lying Life of Adults by Elena Ferrante

5.0

"Everything -- the spaces of Naples, the blue light of a frigid February, those words -- remained fixed. But I slipped away, and am still slipping away, within these lines that are intended to give me a story, while in fact I am nothing, nothing of my own, nothing that has really begun or really been brought to completion: only a tangled knot, and nobody, not even the one who at this moment is writing, knows if it contains the right thread for a story or is merely a snarled confusion of suffering, without redemption."