sometimes I need to read these slow, ponderous, sad books where nothing and everything happens.
This is a very good one of those kinds of books.
It is at once devastatingly and predictably sad.
It is the kind of sad that makes your heart clench because you totally recognize the narrator's feelings and know them to be universal and part of the human condition, but it is so stupidly sad that the universe is the way it is that your heart clenches, and it clenches because you recognize that we all go through this dumb stuff, and it clenches because why must we go through this dumb stuff, and etc etc etc....
If you're in that kind of mood, it's a worthwhile read