Here’s the brutal truth: I hated this book. I could not get into it at all. I feel really sorry for my American Literature students next semester, because we’re going to be reading it anyway. It’s one of those books that’s good to read once in your life, but once is good enough!
The writing style was very vague to me; many times I had no idea what was going on. As far as plot, I felt like I was swirling and backing up and going all over the place. There wasn’t a sense of resolution on the final page. I didn’t know what I was supposed to take away from it all, and I mostly ended up glazing over each chapter.
There really isn’t too much to say about this one, because I honestly had to force myself to keep reading! I give it a 3/10. A lackluster review for a lackluster book, yeah?
As a post script, check out this amazing notebook I picked up at Barnes and Noble yesterday!
The leather is really soft, and the pages are college ruled, which fits my tiny writing much better than wide rule. I bought a trio of Pilot G-2, blue inked gel pens to go with it, and they flow so beautifully on the paper. Even better – the notebook fits in my purse! Now, if a scene pops into my head or if a character starts talking to me, I’m not caught unable to take notes. Hooray!