I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
This was supposed to be about love.
But it was actually an absurd book, sad and also simplifying.
It was well written, the language was beautiful, the characters more like sketches of ideas than real people, but I assume that was deliberate.
I didn't really enjoy it.
It also reduces love to infatuation. It doesn't capture what I would call love at all.