i got so terribly edgy about vilnius poker that i shut it down loudly, left the room, shut the door behind me and ranted endlessly on how it is either the author, either the character cuckoo, but i can’t tell. how i’ve read sixty pages and grew inpatient with every one of them because the book is unbearably  repetitive.

the phrase is beautifully crafted and it has been the sole reason why i have advanced as far as sixty pages.

after reading this review, and after i allow us few more days of rest, i will return to reading the book. might turn into a love-hate relationship. the novel appeals to me, but once we’re close, our claws are out.

on the black book of communism, fifty pages on and the books just starts. a very interesting read.