500 pages. 500 pages and the hope that it will all get better, that the author really does know what he is doing and that when the last line is read, the reader will say "ah! I understand it now!" But it is not to be. Just another ten hours of my life that I won't get back. Ten hours I could have been walking along the beach, or chatting with friends. Ten hours inhabiting someone else's idea of a great novel.
Trust me - it wasn't.
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