Everyone who loves is afraid of not being loved.
Perhaps there's such a thing as too much Ferrante. The Lying Life of Adults seems to follow a young girl as she is initiated into the ways of adults and ultimately becomes one herself. There is little by way of what feels like universal or even common psychological truth in the telling: the young woman's story does seem to come across as being rather emphatically her own although one might also argue that there isn't any story which is truly unique, and that it is but one telling of the human condition.