you can be delighted as you are finishing this book if you’d only expect nothing. that’s the continuity of life itself. Mr. Ryder finds him in numerous situations, which collided into the another tons of stories; dragging from one to another, very unaware of the next event that’ll happen. we’re just watching him over the 500+ written in dreamy-state pages.
the sentences were mostly pure and uncomplicated, yet the narrative behind it makes it hard to endure. the characters have tested my patience a lot. everyone in the town asking for favors about trivial stuff in their lives, and none of them is content about the ongoing situations, even afterwards. that’s why they called the unconsoled. after some point you’re beginning to get used to them for keeping up with the book. most of the time you don’t have a concrete idea on what’s happening, it could be anything you’d like to give a name on it.