The Sense of an Ending is the first book I read this 2012. And guess what, after reading the thin book, and went through it again the second time, I still don’t get it.
I’m sorry. I admit that I’m a dumb person and that individuals like me must refrain from buying this kind of book.
I apologise to the entire community of bibliojunkies and to Julian Barnes. I really don’t get it.
However, I learned how to write a venomous, bitter, and heart-lasing letter to the exes, in case you get really pissed off.
I’m not part of this Valentine’s crap.