A rare one, in that the end justifies the means.
I wasn’t sure about enduring the privileged lives and (philosophy 101) thoughts of uni freshers; maybe because I remember being deeply awkward at that age and would never have kept up with this crowd.
But there was a slight pivot at the end, in the form of a gentle self-awareness, that was satisfying as a reader and for the character herself. Love and virtue are not these austere, far away things, but smaller, more nuanced moments that you can grasp every day, if you’re open to it.
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