Seeing that I no longer feel complete nowadays if I am not in the middle of reading a book, I figured I'd share my chosen literatures and post them on my blog.
The title does sound a bit morbid, but its very appropriate. It is basically that (at least as far as where I'm at)...Veronika puts matters into her own hands, commits suicide --- and fails.
It seems ironic though, that her last act in life is also her first conscious real effort at deciding and choosing to do something with her life. Her reason for wanting death was because her life had become routine and that she isn't about to experience anything new. Strangely enough, when she survives, she begins to discover that there is more to life than she originally thought...and she begins to feel...and she needed to be in a mental institution in order to know that there might still be something to live for.
I have yet to finish the novel and as early as now I can tell its not like my typical fiction fare. Written without any attempts at suspense (it is after all, not a mystery) it's goal is to provoke contemplation and to encourage curiousity. What happens after her failed suicide? Was her reason reason enough in the first place? If I were her, would I have the same mind-set?
Not for the non book reader, and not for those easily saddened / repulsed / turned-off by thoughts on life, death and existence either.
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