De eerste zwaluw

The story feels both tender and heartbreaking at once. I'm curious how the author approached blending these emotions without overwhelming the reader.

The book's subtle portrayal of grief felt very real—am I the only one who was struck by how natural and unforced these moments were?

The innocence and curiosity in the narration added a unique layer to the narrative. I wonder if this perspective was based on Maxwell's own experiences or a deliberate stylistic choice.