Was rather happy to forget much of this book, and remembering it a year and a half later for the review makes me feel like when I read it: indifferent and like I could to much better things with my time. The best thing about this book was commiserating about the reading experience at book club.
It’s not event that it feels like the author wanted to do a lot and failed, it just feels meh and irrelevant whatever it does, like not even the author cared.
