I got swept up by 'Perfection' the moment I noticed how the book treats its protagonists almost as a single sculpted object — Anna and Tom are the couple at the center, a pair of freelance creatives whose lives are catalogued in meticulous, oddly affectionate detachment. The narrative rarely gives them individual interior monologues; instead it watches them as a unit, the way a gallery label describes a diptych. That framing is central to how the novel satirizes curated lifestyle and the hunger for tasteful authenticity. The story moves them through cities — Berlin, then Lisbon, then Sicily — and those shifts read less like adventures than like variations on the same edited Instagram feed: new light, new plant arrangement, same underlying restlessness. Latronico intentionally nods to Georges Perec's 'Things' in structure and intention, so if you like books that treat possessions, images, and taste as characters in their own right, you'll see why this book feels like a kind of modern echo of that older work. If you want similar reads, start with 'Things: A Story of the Sixties' for the structural and thematic kinship — it’s basically the predecessor that Latronico riffs off. For a satirical, consumer-culture tilt, 'White Noise' offers a broader, darker American counterpart to the book’s unease about modern life. If you prefer contemporary novels that interrogate internet-era selfhood and performative activism, 'The Circle' scratches a different but complementary itch. Lighter in tone but similar in its spare, atmospheric focus on dislocated characters is 'Winter in Sokcho'. Each of those books highlights some facet of what 'Perfection' is doing, and reading any two together makes the central satire hum in a new key. I closed 'Perfection' feeling oddly seen — part amused, part uncomfortably reflective — which is exactly the emotional twinge the book seems to aim for.