A book that a student in the university hall where I used to work left
behind (unread) when he left. Random stranger: thank you very much.
I hate myself when I love best-sellers, but again I couldn’t resist the
pull of epic family stories, sub-urban American life and, ironically, its
dullness. Much like Alfred, I am despotic and obsessive compulsive, and I am quite
worried about what might happen to me (will happen to me?) once/if my mind
starts to go.
And, with my grandparents in a similar situation to that of Enid and
Alfred, I kind of wish their stories will have similar endings soon. Maybe that
means I’m an evil and ungrateful grandson, but I’d love to actually think of
myself as very loving and caring in this situation.
Despite the fact that I ultimately don’t really care about these
characters, their frantic lives are between intriguingly absurd (in my favourite
parts) and hilarious (although this can get to be a bit much at times). Also, never
has falling off a cruise ship been so funny.
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