Lispector’s writing is remarkable - it’s deeply reflective and philosophical while remaining accessible and relatable. There is so much within this short novel that leaves you thinking infinitely about authorial responsibility and reliability, the purpose of existence itself, female and working class struggles, and an endless and unfulfillable search for identity. I’d love for this to have been longer, but maybe it’s short length is what makes it so impactful. You enter Macabéa’s life for a short period of time, and are abruptly forced to leave it.