I love when books are structured in a non-traditional way. So when i leafed through this book in the bookstore, i was instantly intrigued.
Bluets is constructed in fragmented short pieces of text that are separate from each other and yet form a whole. And writing about your love for the colour blue? What an inspiring point for writing.

But my enthusiasm (partly) floated away when i actually started reading it. I hoped the book would affect me more, would challenge me to think. But i feel somewhat disappointing. For me, there are too much philosophical and scientific reflections and quotes from Goethe, Wittgenstein and other dead white men that aren't that interesting. It ensured that the possibility of sentiment remained on the surface. Also, it felt like some pieces were unfinished, still in progress.

On the other hand: her personal thoughts about her (love) life and anecdotes with the seriously injured friend were moving and poignant.