I read this book a while ago, before the #20booksofsummer craze and yet I couldn't get round to reviewing it. I actually think I'll read it again, as soon as the autumn comes, it is a bit more of a autumn book. Our narrator, Krivoklat, is definitely unreliable, he is a patient in a mental …
May is gone, no idea how that happened, because my mind still firmly believes we're somewhere in March. It got warmer and it got sunnier and I appreciate it, but my brain is clearly in denial, maybe because I really do feel I should start exercising again and cannot use short days as an excuse …
