it's really only worth two stars for me
i have to admit that i did get interested and read it more or less in one sitting. i did want to know what happened in the past. but, i didn't enjoy reading it. it felt artificial to me. i can't imagine their conversation as mother-son. or that mateo really speak that way. their conversation feels only as an instrument to tell the past story. as comparison, i enjoy more H's blattering about painting and writings in Jose Saramago's Manual and Sartre's Age of Reason. something is not right when those deep rumination and tons of self inspection can be more enjoyable compared to a basically thriller story.