“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.” 

Camus <3

First of all i just want to appreciate how beautifully camus writes, the prose is so beautiful. The way he describes things, it's quite beautiful. 
As for the book, it was quite interesting. Kinda reminded me of The stranger, because Mersault? But as much as i could find the similarities in the two books, the characters were quite different. 
The central idea of this book revolved around finding happiness. How do we achieve happiness and then die with that happiness? And a way to achieve this is through money and time, but you see money and time are interconnected as the saying goes: Time is money & money can buy time and this idea is actually talked about in the book:

"𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦" 

 “𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵.”
 

I think i do agree with this thing, that time and money are important for us to be happy but sometimes they aren't “enough” for happiness and that's why we see a lot of people say that money can't buy happiness.

As Camus says: 

" 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 ‘𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺."


There are some quotes which i really liked:

"𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. " 

 "𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴." 

 "𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵."

“𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 … 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.”

“𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦”

“𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.”