Spent eight hours reading today to get that bloody book finished.
There were moments of enjoyment but mostly it was hard going, grim work. And far from being a tale of hope and redemption, there wasn’t even a proper resolution! As in, no closure but rather WTF just happened? I feel angry at being tricked into caring about these people, unlikeable as they were but not beyond the reach of a believable redemptive arc. I feel wounded. No more Booker short listed books for me for a while. I don’t need this sort of grief.