I really tried because I like clichés but chap 22 is my limit, I’m dropping it. I personally can’t unsee the lack of respect he has when the uke clearly says he doesn’t want to talk, and I don’t mean he can’t try. I just don’t like the attitude, saying “see if I care” etc. I’d like man to be caring at least in fiction.




The author shows such love and understanding of art as a mean of self expression, it makes me almost cry. It makes me want to try learning to play an instrument, I already draw and paint, but music always made me curious. I don’t know anything at all about it, it seems a secret code or a foreign language.