Claire Pitt, 29 and lone, recently lost her mother, henceforth, an orphan, with no dream and life goals (too reluctant to be called content) is a woman who lives more in her mind than in the real world, speculating about every single person she sees. No random passerby can escape her suppositions. She admits it herself that she's lived a life watching rather than taking part.
Her circle is small with very little connections, only with whom she has the pleasurable scope of fathoming other's mind, contemplating their actions in advance. But, her perceptions are huge, beyond the human comprehension. She talks about her parents life in and outside marriage and she knows every nook of their minds.
The author should've made it a point not to stray away from what and who was she writing about, which was so annoying when the protagonist, with no lead, strayed away to talk about her dead mother and her long dead father while she began to say something about the twin sisters for whom she was working and many other instances, to mention.
It seems that the author intended to point out how lonely people have become, in today's world, as every single character in this read is lone in some way or the other.
The author has been meticulous in painting the millions of pictures that human mind is capable of conceiving. This is a book for those love to read about the philosophy of life, purpose of existence and the point of spirituality, as you would read in a Tolstoy. For others, this 220 pages read will sound like a text that has no meaning and purpose.
My first ever #AnitaBrookner
, a coverbuy, turned out a different experience from what I've been reading lately, solely for which I'd give