at chapter 3, quite stuck wanting to shelve this because for as well written as it is, the very methodical slice-of-life it's serving is just something im struggling to stay engaged with at this moment. i see it's going somewhere interesting, and that it wants me to stay attentive with the mystery bent, but im just kinda involuntarily zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz currently, which is sad.
im not a huge slice-of-life person, and i feel like all the works ive engaged with have some level of mischief, zany antics, all that. at least some source of tension. there's some banter between the characters here, but it's very real and subdued. people carry themselves here like they would in real life, with little tension or drama, interspersed with some pretty descriptions about flowers. reading this feels like people-watching from a park bench. or looking at still-life paintings. not things im inclined to do, but understand. so it feels wrong really saying anything about this besides "its just currently not for me"
im not a huge slice-of-life person, and i feel like all the works ive engaged with have some level of mischief, zany antics, all that. at least some source of tension. there's some banter between the characters here, but it's very real and subdued. people carry themselves here like they would in real life, with little tension or drama, interspersed with some pretty descriptions about flowers. reading this feels like people-watching from a park bench. or looking at still-life paintings. not things im inclined to do, but understand. so it feels wrong really saying anything about this besides "its just currently not for me"