The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery was too smart for me. It is a French book translated into English and the plot itself sounds like it'd be a book I'd like. It's about a widow concierge who fakes being dull and dumb to keep her job. She is actually a highly read, intelligent woman. Her life intersects with a 12-year-old girl who lives in the apartments who is about to kill herself. It's the story of their friendship and how they save one another. As I read, the language was just too philosophical for me. I need more quick plots than flowery beautiful language.
I ended up putting this book down towards the beginning of it. Perhaps it's just not the right timing to read it. I've realized books have a time and place. Take this book. I'm tired. Not just physically but mentally. Homeschooling children and managing a household of six people is taxing. I love it, but I'm tired. Perhaps in a different space and time I would love this book but now is not that time and space. I'll pick his one up another time. Like when my kids are in college.
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