A story about a father-son relationship, without them actually being father and son. I really liked that theme, which came mostly to the surface in the first part, written from the father's point of view (Fred). The second part was Bram's point of view, the son, who is nineteen at that point and in love with Emma.
Actually, I liked Fred's half better; he was looking at Bram's life, comparing, hoping, and I believed he was sincere. It was refreshing to read about a father who cared so much for his son, even though they weren't biologically related, that he wanted to keep in touch even after breaking up with his mother. Bram himself annoyed me a bit, although that may have something to do with him being nineteen and in love. The theme sort of shifted away from the relationship with Fred. It was mentioned, but not as much as I was hoping for.
Nonetheless, I really enjoyed the writing style and the images presented in this book, mostly the title itself: the table of butterflies, with a butterfly flying away each second until none are left and your life ends.