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Queneau's inventive wordplay gives the story a lively, humorous tone. I wonder what sparked his interest in experimenting with language like this.

Her adventures through Paris felt both absurd and charming, making me nostalgic for carefree childhood days. Am I the only one who wanted to join her escapades?

The city feels alive and chaotic, almost like a character itself. I’m curious whether the time period was essential to the book’s playful vibe or if it would work equally well today.