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I wanted to like this but it wasn't a match. I think with this kind of novel, with this kind of prose, with this kind of "literary" feel, that it is always going to be pretty subjective and it either hits or it doesn't for each reader. But for me the prose, which often gave you just bits of things, edges of conversations, didn't dive into the themes the way I would have liked. Because these themes are really interesting to me! I've read other novels with similar ones and been captivated. But with this book it felt like coming into a room when everyone is leaving, like I'd missed all the substance. All I felt like I had was the prose and the style, whereas the characters only seemed to get farther and farther away from me.