Hamnet

At the beginning, I loved how this book was so beautifully written and how the narrative guided me through different times, persons and emotions. But around the page 200, after the tragedy, I felt the pace of the narrative diverged from the initial one. Which, ok, makes sense because something has happened, but at the same time... I don't know. It feels like the first half was written from the heart and the second one in a more automatic mode or something like that. For me, it became boring and redundant. And while the ending, in a way, attempts to pull it out of that, I don’t see it actually succeeding.