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Puissant!



Melancholy at its striking best.

There is a sweet pain and there is a bad pain. Sometimes, some souls suffer sufferings. Not a problem, not uncommon.

The problem begins when they start loving this suffering.

To be frank, I did not expect a book to render me clueless after 25% of its total page length. I did not know where it was heading, what the genre was or am I reading an actual book even?

And then it came to me. Hard and powerful. The keeper of the grounds and the mask he wears. I was too stunned to react this. Paul Hornschemeier threw me off-guard and I could not breathe.

The illustrations of grief are as real as it gets. Strangely honest and pin-point sharp in pointing out what sadness actually is.

Sadness is a monster that engulfs you. A creature that makes you want your own child to push you off the cliff.

Sadness is an illusion that portrays a picture of memories that never weren't as good as their nostalgia.

"I may have grown up but I was much older then..."

Intense.
Pretty intense.

Just might break your defenses.