Odd book. I’m not quite sure what to make of it.

Firstly, I probably wouldn’t have got past the first few pages if I hadn’t have been stuck with it for the first 70 pages or so (toddler napping at the seaside and nothing else to read or do). And in the middle I couldn’t much have cared about what was happening because I put it down for about a week. The end though, I found really quite interesting, the central character’s life has fallen to bits and that’s more interesting than the bit before where it was falling to bits.

The narrator is a Catholic priest and the writing feels very old fashioned. I thought I was in a bygone age, and references to shopping in Ikea or terrorism threw me out of time. This is kind of the point though, it works quite well. I just didn’t find the largest part of the book very entertaining. Definitely an odd one.

I might try something else by the author because I think he’s probably quite good, I just didn’t get on with this book really.