There aren t so much books in the world at which i can laugh sincerely when i m alone. It can be very funny and if there was at least one person in the other edge of the room (even if i don t know him) and i ll laugh. But if i m alone i m staying silent. I m laughing, yes... But i don t show it. I m laughing inside.
It s the same for all other mimics that can show my emotions.
And it doesn t mean that the book isn t good enough.
Two of my favorite authors write books which i feel inside.
And Another two - outside. Frei is one of them, but it is not about it

Yes, i m re reading Ivanova "Three sides of the mirror" First part