Easy and gentle to read, this book seemed to pass through my mind like a pleasant dream. The writing lulled me into something akin to a trance, broken up only by the occasional, brilliant turn of phrase. And there were many of those.
I liked the main character, William. He came across as witty in a dry and slightly sarcastic kind of way. This said, I didn't understand him, whatsoever. Or Louisa, his wife. Or Tom, his brother-in-law. Or the neighbors across the street. Their actions weren't authentic, but instead what you'd imagine a character in a book would do.
The plot coursed on, aimless. I couldn't really tell where it was going or why; but all of that was okay because I wasn't having a bad time with the book. At the end, though, it kind of bothered me. And also in retrospect.
Not a bad read but not a good one, either. It's entertaining enough while it's happening but don't expect to take anything from it.
I liked the main character, William. He came across as witty in a dry and slightly sarcastic kind of way. This said, I didn't understand him, whatsoever. Or Louisa, his wife. Or Tom, his brother-in-law. Or the neighbors across the street. Their actions weren't authentic, but instead what you'd imagine a character in a book would do.
The plot coursed on, aimless. I couldn't really tell where it was going or why; but all of that was okay because I wasn't having a bad time with the book. At the end, though, it kind of bothered me. And also in retrospect.
Not a bad read but not a good one, either. It's entertaining enough while it's happening but don't expect to take anything from it.
