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Carvalho: A Lesson in Patience

 Dearest gentle readers,

Well, we’ve finally reached the end of Carvalho, and all I can say is about time! The endless delays in completing this book made it feel like it stretched on forever, but at last, we’ve turned the final page. And as expected, the ending was far from satisfying.

Just when we thought we were done being introduced to new characters, along came Yenkta. He shows up on the jungle expedition to find the flying lizard, but honestly, he doesn't add much to the story. His role as a snake catcher who tricks Mandanna didn’t feel crucial, and his attitude toward his wife didn’t exactly make him likeable either. He was just… there.

Now, the much-discussed flying lizard? Yes, they did find it—but, of course, they couldn’t catch it. And just like that, the book ends. Does Carvalho ever write about it? We have no idea. The story simply stops, leaving everything open-ended.

At this point, the biggest takeaway from Carvalho is how long it made classes feel. Every glance at the clock, every scribble in the margins, every dramatic sigh from my friends sitting next to me—it was all part of the struggle to get through it.

Now that we’re finally done, I can’t say I’ll miss this book. But at least we made it through, and sometimes, that’s all that matters.

Alas, I must now take my leave, lest this tale drain the last remnants of my spirit. May we never speak of this again.

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