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Man, the ending of this. It’s so frustrating as a reader because you want it to be different. But it’s also the most logical conclusion.

I’m trying not to think about how many questions I have about this world that will never be answered. I honestly felt like I had only half the book in my hand. There HAD to be a second where the isolation would end. There HAD to be more.

But there isn’t. And like I said, that’s how it should be even if I wish there was a happier ending.

I don’t know if I’m smart enough to adequately talk about this book. The themes of isolation and futility and logic resonated with me. As well as, of course, what makes us human? Is the only way to be human to be viewed by others? Or are we human simply by existing?

I can see why this became a classic.