Last time I read it I didn't think so much of it. I don't know why. Could be the translation, as I am not an English speaker.

That said, found this time the book is so sad, and the story becomes tired of itself. Of the ridiculousness of all: war, time travel, optometry. Well, not optometry, but the thing with social classes and money and how that is how you are someone in life.

I found it sad. Furiously sad. I finished not twenty minutes ago and went to google Dresden and bombings. The stupidity of war (the second one, for that matter) it is something I've been trying to understand myself. The amount of casualties, the ruins. The fact that people tried people as if they were worse than animals (and, definitely, animals don't deserve the treatment they get).

Well, I'm not talking about the book. Or I am. This time it got me good.