I hate not finishing books. I really do. I could have figured out the plot twist, not care for the characters at all, or just be thoroughly bored, and I will still read to the bitter end looking for a redeeming quality to whatever I don’t like. But I could just. Not. Finish. This. Book. Mr. Beatty is considered to be one of the greatest new writers of this generation, and I was excited to be reading about a DJ traveling to Germany in search of the perfect beat. But it actually hurt to read this book. There were about 300 too many side-notes (or side-thoughts?) that confused and muddled what could have been a clean, sharp story about a man and his search for great music. I was SO disappointed that I didn’t get like this book.
½ bookworm. Oh yes, I thought it was that bad.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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