I tried hard to like this book. Scratch that, I tried hard to get through this book, however, after 150 pages, I've given up.
It's hard to say what it is that turning me off. The lack of a discernible plot line? The weird dashes to denote conversation instead of quotation marks? The incomprehensible (to me) Irish slang? Or my inability to relate to the characters? I imagine it's a combination of all of these.
That's not to say that this is a bad book. I imagine there are plenty of people out there who would truly enjoy it. Perhaps I'm just too old for this type of druggie/slacker Trainspotting kind of tale. Whatever it is, this book is not for me.
THE TWENTY YEAR ITCH by Howard Owen
5 weeks ago