Publisher's Synopsis
Assal had always known there were things she would never understand. Life was full of questions without answers, and perhaps that was the point. But one question had lingered in her mind ever since she was a child: Why are bubbles always round?
The simplicity of it gnawed at her. No matter what shape she tried to mold them into-triangles, squares, or stars-the bubbles would resist and collapse into perfect, predictable spheres. It fascinated and frustrated her in equal measure, as if the universe were teasing her with its stubborn logic.
