La délicatesse: Een liefdesgeschiedenis

The way the character processes loss felt incredibly authentic, but I wonder if others found it too painfully realistic or cathartic.

The book seamlessly shifts between lighthearted moments and deep sadness. Did anyone else notice how this contrast affected their reading experience?

The city feels so vividly alive, almost like a character itself. I'm curious whether the author drew from real memories or crafted it from imagination.