Since I had a previous relationship with the franchise being already a Cultist (Simulator), I believe you can take these here words with as many grains of salt as you find palatable.

First and foremost: this is a READING game. More than chilling by rearranging furniture in your new home, more than puzzling your way through arcane inscriptions left on book margins and scribbled on chair's legs, more than experiencing that exhilarating moment when you find a strange tortoise thing in your relentless beachcombing.

You have to read, and take notes about what you read. It is indeed "homework: the game" if you are so inclined. In a good way, I promise. I have finally chosen to end my first run after... 200 hours? They surely passed quickly — and I've ran through three pencils, one big eraser (now reduced to an almond-size thingie) and filled a 160-page notebook with furious scribbling, notes in shorthand, long rambling notes that at this point I'm not even sure the meaning of but surely were very important to my slightly befuddled and hazy mind at some point in the small hours of the night.

If you enjoy verbose, hermetic games that don't hold your hand but won't punish you either for taking 'wrong' decisions, you found it. Book of Hours is your new home. I know it's my kind of Animal Carapace-Crossing or whatever.

Edited: They actually made a DLC that is not about romancing the buttload of NPCs that show up, but about treating them to meals cooked by yours truly. My goal of abandoning real life completely and stop feeding my family and taking care of the house is ever closer! Thank you Weather Factory!

Since I had a previous relationship with the franchise being already a Cultist (Simulator), I believe you can take these here words with as many grains of salt as you find palatable. First and foremost: this is a READING game. More than chilling by rearranging furniture in your new home, more than puzzling your way through arcane inscriptions left on book margins and scribbled on chair's legs, more than experiencing that exhilarating moment when you find a strange tortoise thing in your relentless beachcombing. You have to read, and take notes about what you read. It is indeed "homework: the game" if you are so inclined. In a good way, I promise. I have finally chosen to end my first run after... 200 hours? They surely passed quickly — and I've ran through three pencils, one big eraser (now reduced to an almond-size thingie) and filled a 160-page notebook with furious scribbling, notes in shorthand, long rambling notes that at this point I'm not even sure the meaning of but surely were very important to my slightly befuddled and hazy mind at some point in the small hours of the night. If you enjoy verbose, hermetic games that don't hold your hand but won't punish you either for taking 'wrong' decisions, you found it. Book of Hours is your new home. I know it's my kind of Animal Carapace-Crossing or whatever. Edited: They actually made a DLC that is not about romancing the buttload of NPCs that show up, but about treating them to meals cooked by yours truly. My goal of abandoning real life completely and stop feeding my family and taking care of the house is ever closer! Thank you Weather Factory!