I hate having to confess to giving up on any book, especially one written by an author whose work I admire. But Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson, defeated me. I think it was the epistolary format that just stopped me cold. For a long time it sat solidly on my ‘To Read’ shelf in my study – a constant rebuke. I finally put it in the guest bedroom so I wouldn’t have to wilt beneath the image of that wooden cross, reminding me that I should give it another try. There is a balm in Gilead, but not for me. Not yet. Maybe later.
OMG, clutching my pearls! One of my favorite books. Ever. First I read it, then I listened to the audio book, then reread it again simultaneously with the companion book Home for the parallel POVs. Now I read she has written Lila’s story, and I’ve preordered it from Amazon. Oh, well. Different strokes, etc. I’ve disliked some of the books my friends love and vice versa. I hated The Da Vinci Code and Twilight. Doesn’t mean we’re not a nice people, just like different things.
And thank goodness, Kilian, that we DO like different things! If not, we’d be living in a Borg-like hive-world.