Strange. Weird. Deceiving.

These three were the words that were in my mind when I finished reading Indelicacy. It has a whimsical air that was appealing and kept me hooked to the book. Now, I want to love this book. I saw people gushing about it in bookstagram and I expected myself to like it too. However, I must say that we didn't agree with each other.

I really liked the writing style. There is a plot, a very loose one but we are told what happens at the end. And it creates a fable-like atmosphere on how the story is told. This book is a feminist fable (IMHO). women here are given names and importance where men don't play a huge role other than providing women both pleasure and money.

I felt like I am too traditional with my reading choices while reading this book. The short choppy sentences and the short chapters(?) didn't work for me at all. I liked Vitoria and her need to have female friendships. It isn't something I read every day and the women with their bond were a delight to read. Though she does questionable things to get her husband off her back, I didn't even feel an ounce of sympathy for that man.

I was surprised at myself but hey, at least she got to do what she wanted to do all her life. I think this book resonates more with artists and people who have the need to be consumed by the arts. I have to come out here and accept that I am too shallow for this. I do enjoy some good writing or art for sure but this consuming need, that ain't me. Finally, I feel that this book didn't deliver everything that's promised in the blurb. And that left me thankful for its slim volume and the few parts that I enjoyed.