You used the words “sharp,” “weight of,” and “humming” more times than I’ve said the word mom in my entire life. The writing has no coherence, no sense of structure, and no convincing passage of time. Scenes blur together because nothing is actually happening, and whatever this book is trying to say gets buried under repetitive, empty prose. There is genuinely not a single redeeming quality here. It feels unfinished, unedited, and mechanically assembled, and yes, it very clearly reads like it was written with ChatGPT. Not minimalist, not profound, just dull.