Vivid, flowing, the story in Ferenike conquers through colour. The characters, with names ranging from the quaint to the outlandish, are a series of works of art, painted front and back, fact and fiction.
* *[Lidia Bodea, cover]
Ferenike reconfirms Doina Ruști's infallible instinct as a storyteller. A cinematic prose, formidable, with mythological resonances, in which the scenes unfold before our eyes, and some even run on a loop, continuous, haunting, as a reminder of the sufferings of the past world, perceived not with detachment, but with total clarity, without gaps.
Roxana Dumitrache, cover
We are cast through a presence from beyond the threshold—into a space that shapes itself as a self-contained domestic universe, comprehensive and seemingly sufficient, up to the point where it becomes contaminated by exteriority. Ferenikeopens as a promise of escape from the corrosive real, and with the pungent aromas of that forgotten, dissolving world, it captures the reader and holds them captive in the mists of their own guilt—guilt that unravels alongside the protagonist’s, reaching the core of an unguarded soul: raw, sincere, and terribly contagious.
—Adrian Lesenciuc, Cultura
