Should I read Small Boat by Vincent Delecroix or just let it continue gathering dust like the rest of my “intellectual phase” purchases?

It’s been staring at me from the shelf like, “You’re not deep enough for me,” and honestly… maybe it’s right.

I know it’s got a decent Goodreads score (4.07, 2k+ ratings), and the translator + intro team seems solid (Helen Stevenson, Jeremy Harding), but I just can’t find the motivation to crack it open.

So tell me—does Small Boat hit you in the feels, mess with your head, or is it one of those beautiful-but-snoozy reads? Help me out here, folks. Convince me to stop doomscrolling and start page-flipping. 📖