I don‘t know what happened. The first book of the Autor was so sweet and whimsical, this book however felt cliché and cringe at times. I felt like it’s just a bunch of stories trying to find deep meaning where there is none. I am willing to accept that this was about me, maybe I read it too quickly or in the wrong mood but I was very disappointed. Maybe it was just a clunky translation. I mainly finished it, because it was a present and I didn’t want to let the gift giver down.