Het blauwe uur

The sense of quiet yet underlying tension was so vivid — I wonder if the author drew from real places or crafted it entirely from imagination.

Her unreliable narration kept me guessing, but also made me question what was real and what was manipulation. Was I alone in feeling this way?

The pacing of revelations kept me hooked, and I’m curious whether the twists were mapped out from the start or discovered along the way.