In the world of literature, artists occasionally appear, as sudden flashes, who simultaneously create much-needed new genres with their creations.

Those who, with words, connect meaning to the paths of the unconscious, so obviously served on the buffet of reality.

Traveling this story, while being quite sure of where and how I was traveling, the author took me on a deep introspective journey through the cliffs.

In no way suggestively or intrusively, she removed my reading “crutches” as some unnecessary aids that a chronic and well-trodden reader is accustomed to leaning on, while at the same time leading me to fall before my own beliefs in order to heal and rediscover my own views on the autochthonous nature of femininity.

Questioning the destructiveness of women as some kind of fashion accessory that we use to fit into the image of the world, I cannot help but wonder how far we have strayed from the idea of ​​women as solid entities. How many roles do we change into and when exactly do we become aware that we are not in any performance, we are just masked in front of life?

Among other things, we also become aware of novels like this.

Wisely interwoven with quotes from classic works that subtly peek into the story that is unfolding before us, the novel is enveloped in an emotion of authenticity. Of something so familiar to us that we have difficulty finding a name for it. It is as if we know each of the six heroines well, as if we have somehow breathed such stories – whether as participants, observers, or just those who sense the world around them.

Exceptionally intimate in condensing the very essence, and magnificently broad in questioning the themes that this novel carries. Structurally presented as a crime novel that it actually is not, it is a fantastic lure for boldly delving into the true depths that the author writes about metaphorically.

Tenants live in our micro- and macroworlds. They live primarily in our mirrors, acquaintances, family, friends. They live in each of us as that voice that we so rarely hear, and the only loud and clear guide to how to return to ourselves.

With a deft writing style that engages all our senses, the author keeps us in suspense until the very end. Whether you are a kinesthetic type, a visual, an auditory type, or any combination of the above, I guarantee that you will feel this story. That it will pass through all the systems of humanity, exactly in the way that top experts offer it through their creations.

At the very end, I would dare to call The Women Upstairs a therapeutic novel for the awake and the asleep.

Those who are awake will be comforted, those who are asleep – I am sure – will awaken.