You read a Kundera book and you're always left with a lot to think about. From his unique approach to writing, his plentiful, delightful philosophical musings and an uncanny eye for character motivation, with a fascination of the meaning behind gestures.

If I were to describe this book, I'd call it: The psychoanalysis of a Poet. In which, we see how a Poet becomes a Poet, how a Poet sees Life, Love and Death in relation to Poetry, and how a Poet dies.