I finished this not even a full 24 hours ago and I remember barely anything about it. Such was the utterly forgettable nature of this book.
I’m going to keep this review short because I don’t really have much to say about this one. I found it to be a largely underwhelming read, tonally flat and narratively meandering. Win Me Something feels like a lethargic book, like it doesn’t have the energy to give the reader anything that’s even remotely interesting or exciting. Because of that, it reads as very dull, one-note: we go from one scene to the next, from past to present, without a sense that the narrative is progressing, or going anywhere, really. It’s less a narrative and more a series of observations with some reflections tied to them. And for some novels that execute this well–I’m thinking of something like A Winter in Sokcho–that’s enough, but that is certainly not the case here. Win Me Something is a short novel with short chapters, so part of me wants to say that maybe it could’ve used a bit more space to develop its story, but no: I don’t think length is the issue here. It’s the lack of substance; Win Me Something feels so flimsy, like it’s barely holding itself together. Needless to say, I didn’t find it anywhere near substantial or interesting enough to sustain my interest.