partially read

John Irving's Last Night in Twisted River
I really, really wanted to like the new John Irving book--I'm one of the many people who loves his earlier novels, though his recent ones have not really been to my taste (minus A Widow for One Year, which I adored). And admittedly I didn't give this much of a chance--not even 50 pages--but I can't get into it at all. As I commented on twitter, it's like John Irving does Cormac McCarthy. And that is so not my thing.

I actually feel a little guilty for not slogging through it, but hey, I'll get over it.