It's very hard to rate this book.

This damn book. It took me forever to read this. There were times I loved it. There were times I hated it and thought "who cares". There were times I thought it was profound. There were times I thought it was boring and meaningless. After finishing it I still feel all those things. I still wonder what was the message? What was the point? Why do this terrible thing to this unremarkable young man? Why single him out? Why why why?

And yet, there is something that nags at the back of your mind... almost like you yourself have been hypnotized or a victim of the masque. All the world's indeed a stage and we are merely players I guess. We are sometimes playing the star role, sometimes a bit part in someone else's saga. Sometimes we merely observe from a distance. Some of the time we are oblivious. Sometimes we feel like a puppet controlled by unseen forces. Sometimes it feels like there is a deeper meaning and purpose, sometimes it seems random or coincidental.

IDK this one is a slow burner. Not for the faint of heart. Not because it is difficult reading. But mostly because it is either deeply philosophical, a microcosm of what it means to be human, or it's empty, just a bunch of words on the page that goes on and on and on. Preposterous or profound? You decide.