coverI read this more than 15 years ago. Not to say that the novel isn’t nice, just that the author’s preface made a stronger impression:

“Perhaps our whole awareness of individuality, of self, is an illusion. If so, it is better not to grasp unduly at that illusion, but rather to live our lives in such a manner that when we must at last lay down, we will not be ashamed.

Life has meaning only if we live for meaning.”

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