Javor

Fyodor can be a genius immersing you in human psyche and of course, writing intruding and impressively winding dialogue.

But this book... It feels like Fyodor got an assignment to write a novel with absurdly high word count and is struggling to come up with anything new so he does what everyone does in that situation and fills the pages with vacuum.

Not my canister of tea.

Cheers.

The first book I reecomend to anyone who asks for a good read.

It breaks boundaries what book can be and it that freedom it plays with charming playfulness and imagination. Had a happy grin on my face through the whole book.

If you have book burn out or a feeling that every book that you read is pretty much the same, give a Traveler a chance, he will lead you outside on cold winter air. Breathe in the cold air and hopefully you will remember why you feel in love with the books.

Cheers.