I can’t even say that I hated this book, because to hate it would involve having a strong reaction to it. It was just so boring that I hardly realised I was reading it, until I was jolted from complacency by some incredibly forced and pretentious dialogue. I didn’t finish this book. I barely got through the first few chapters. When reading the blurb that declared it ‘an extraordinary read’, ‘hugely enjoyable’ and ‘uproariously funny’ I wondered if I was reading a different book altogether.
Maybe if I’d stuck with it it would have turned out to be delightful, but I flicked through it, picking out pages to read at random to see if it got more entertaining at any point. It didn’t. Too dull to be hateable, but also too dull to be readable.
I hate abandoning books but this was just not worth my time. Sorry, Mrs Lewycka.