Der wilde Garten

The way memories are woven into the narrative felt so authentic and bittersweet. Did anyone else feel like those reflections changed how they viewed their own family moments?

The book emphasizes the small, quiet moments rather than dramatic events. I wonder what led the author to explore death through such an intimate lens.

Some parts felt like a gentle meander through memories, which suited the mood, but I’m curious if others felt the same or found it a bit sluggish.