There are some books that I instantly love - some books that I instantly hate (I never really finish those, bad habit alert) and then there are books like The Library of Unrequited Love by Sophie Divry. Is it a bad book? Not really. Is it a good book? Not really.
It’s short and easy to read and “meh”.
The story is just a monologue from a female librarian talking to an unknown man who spend the night in the library. I think it’s always impressive when someone creates a whole book (fine, 80 pages, but it’s still a book!) with just a monologue. No real action, no movement, just someone’s inner thoughts.
But I have to wonder - why is the female librarian, who’s biggest fault is that she’s slightly socially awkward, chosen as the main character when there is a man/boy/guy/whatever who spend the night in a closed library?
What was he doing there? Is he homeless? Or did he just fall asleep? Usually I write long reviews, but this book is so short that I don’t really have much to say. There are a lot of good quotes in the book, which is a good thing, but also became kind of annoying. Who talks in perfect quotes when you are just rambling?
Do you want an insight into a French librarian with failed dreams? Then buy this book. Do you want a quick read to finish your Goodreads challenge? Then buy this book. Do you want a great writing prompt for the male character? DEFINITELY buy this book then. Otherwise, don’t bother.
