I wanted to love Hyouka so damn much.
I tried so hard to love it.
But I couldn’t.
And now I’m paying the price.
As I close the video player and open the notepad, my mind is filled with the same old “if only” thoughts and I’m left with the even more familiar bittersweet feeling – of joy because it was a pleasant watch but also of anger from what it could’ve been. I know I won’t allow myself to enjoy its afterglow unless I vent my complains and deconstruct all of its flaws in a quasi masochist experiment.
So here we are.
(THIS POST CONTAIN SPOILERS. IT IS NOT A RECOMMENDATION REVIEW)