Yes, I have only myself to blame for finishing this, but I was curious about what those unread pages could be filled with. I’d wanted to read this book for a long time, and was only using the bookclub read as an excuse to finally get around to it. I didn’t end up liking it very much, but I didn’t hate it. It just wasn’t a good fit for me, although I guess I was interested enough to finish it.
The story continually jumps between the first-person perspectives of Clare and Henry as their timelines intersect out-of-order. It’s written in the present tense, with a rushed-sounding introductory paragraph or paragraphs to give context to the following scenes. All of this is annoying. There’s also a tendency to make really long sentences full of fairly short independent propositions strung together with ands. Perfect for skimming, I guess, but not terribly interesting. Especially when things got all baby crazy.
I’m not even sure there’s much of a plot. It’s just the details of their non-sequential lives told at a level of maddening minutiae. I mean, the individual scenes have too much minutiae. And there are far too many dreams mixed in.