Status Updates From Ce nu poate fi rostit

You could compare this to Sally Rooney’s writing and say they’re both equally detached, but that’s not true. There’s heart in Sally Rooney’s books that I’m having trouble finding here. I don’t like István—frankly, I can’t think of one redeeming quality (or character in the book I’ve enjoyed coming across for that matter). It is weirdly readable, but not pleasurable.