Giovanni’s Room feels like a quiet tragedy unfolding in slow motion, where every hesitation, every unspoken word, carries the weight of a life unlived. It’s wild how a book written in 1956 can still feel like it’s holding up a mirror to our deepest fears today.
Giovanni’s Room feels like a quiet tragedy unfolding in slow motion, where every hesitation, every unspoken word, carries the weight of a life unlived. It’s wild how a book written in 1956 can still feel like it’s holding up a mirror to our deepest fears today.