Published by W.W. Norton & Company (can I have my money back? pretty please??)
I’m not a big noticer of language when I’m reading. Oh sure, there are exceptions (The Disappeared), and I certainly notice when the language is clunky, but as a general rule, I don’t fawn all over authors who others might call lyrical or whatever. I’m much more into the story and the characters and the setting…I want to be grabbed and flung into the world of the story.
And if any of the following occur in the course of a book, it’s pretty much a sure thing that I’m not going to be raving about it.
- Confusion – especially about who’s telling the story. Jumping from narrator to narrator without making it clear who is telling the story does nothing but piss me off.
- Wondering about people who never appear – there’s nothing worse than waiting for someone’s story, only to get to the end and still be waiting.
- Too much self-reflection – Good grief. Get on with the story!
I will admit to being a little biased, though, as I’d already one other book (and not the Love one) by Krauss that left me feeling meh. So I wasn’t exactly jumping up and down in excitement over the thought of reading this one.
In other words, this was so not the book for me. I read it for the Indie Lit Awards, and while it wasn’t my least favorite of the line-up, it was close to my least favorite. (In case you’re wondering, my least favorite was the one I compared to mayo).
I know there are many people who were eagerly anticipating this book (I wasn’t in that crowd), and while some were disappointed, others loved it. But, for the reasons listed above, and many others, this just isn’t my type of book. To be fair, there were moments when I thought I might change my mind, but in the end? Still meh.