In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways.

Piranesi took me on a journey of mystery, wonder, resilience and transformation. Clarke's writing is remarkable, it flows like water and carries so much meaning in even the most mundane observations. It was like being there in the House, witnessing its beauty and wilderness along with Piranesi.

From the format with the journal entries, to the naming of events, people and objects, to the lists, they all helped set the tone and establish who Piranesi is. I knew very early on that I was reading something special.

The plot in itself was simple, but it unfolded brilliantly. And the character work in general was so beautiful. Reading the last pages at 1 a.m. left me very emotional and I will be thinking about this book for a long time.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. (the best quote I'll take from this book)

That's pretty much all I liked. And the interactions with the sister. Reading the thoughts of a whiny 16 year-old guy was a lot. For the most part I couldn't find myself to care for him and his fuckass hat.

I can understand why some people would like him, certain aspects of his character are relatable (I'm sure that if I read it when I was still a teen I'd be connecting more). And even though he's a spoiled kid who can't take accountability for his actions, he's definitely got a lot of unresolved trauma and I can't be totally hating on each of his decisions. But it was a slog to get through.