The Sense of an Ending
107 nookish pages
Um, yeah. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I read this book (do you remember sitting in the theater watching those words scroll past on the big screen? That was so cool…). Anyways. What I was getting at was that I read this book back in March, so the memory is hazy.
This is what I do remember:
It was short.
I read it on my iPad (the nook app, of course).
Everything else is kinda fuzzy-wuzzy. Basically, there’s this guy (what, you think I can remember names?!?), and he’s reflecting back on his life, and then he gets a letter that makes him think, hmmm…maybe things didn’t really happen the way I thought they happened. And then he starts looking into things, and he maybe draws a few false conclusions, and then he turns up things that were prolly better left at rest.
I wasn’t thrilled. Not that I didn’t like it (especially the hazy memory stuff, I did like that…’cause you know, that’s so me), it just that the rest of it (especially the ending) didn’t do much for me. Kind of like Ian McEwan’s books. I was left with an overwhelming since of “meh.”
However, the book won the Man Booker Prize and received lots of love from the blogosphere, so that shows you what I know.