Interesting title.
I read this book on the recommendation of my sister-in-law. I believe my other sister-in-law and mother-in-law also read this.
I struggled through the book. There are two narrators--both are determined to hide their intellect, but feel superior to their neighbors in the hotel particulier.
I hated Paloma--the 12-year-old narrator--at first. She's a pretentious shit who knows so much more than anyone else that she plans to kill herself at age 13. Later I softened towards her.
Then there's Renee. A childhood trauma made her disguise herself into what she thinks others expect of a concierge. She was sympathetic, but annoying.
I didn't like the book at first. I gave myself 100 pages.Then I figured I should wait to the appearance of the Japanese man mentioned in the overleaf. At one point, I put the book down due to the glorification of grammar, especially the comma. Now I like grammar; I teach grammar, but the book was too much.
I kept going because I liked some things--the discussions about tea stands out.
I finished the book Friday morning, and cried at the end.
Am I glad I read it? I'd say yes, though my feelings are still mixed.
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