Everyone
loved “The Three Junes”.
That
was a unique story. The plot lines here
are a recently trendy topic – finding oneself after adoption or some other mysterious
birth.
I
found it slow moving. Of course I had
just finished “The Cairo Affair”, which was fast-paced, an opposite swing of
the pendulum.
Besides
the tempo, I was also put off by the supercilious use of language. Some might like these sorts of sentences – I didn’t.
“With
insulting alacrity, in his old domain sprouted the fifth Marc Jacobs boutique
within a four-block radius, compounding the sense of real-estate déjà vu in a
neighborhood where stretches of once-quite-idiosyncratic merchants have been
replaced by a prolific redundancy of glossy, mirrored spaces and miniskirted
mannequins, each new establishment about as distinctive as a slab of brie from
Trader Joe’s.”
I think my timing was wrong for this book. This might have been a great summer read, if
only I’d been comfortable spreading it out over ten weeks, forty pages a
week.
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