Pages: 76 / 663 (eBook edition); 11%
The Reason for the Reaping: This book has some pretty big achievements, including being a New York Times notable book. Also, this monstrosity has a 4.1 average writing on Goodreads. One of the highest I’ve seen, especially for a book of this size. Clearly, this book deserves a looksy.
As I Lay Summarizing: Samuel Andresen-Anderson is a young, washed-up English literature professor/writer (these things are not inevitable, TYVM). As he navigates the weeds of his rather pathetic life, a woman dubbed the “Packer Attacker” throws [rocks, stones, pebbles, dirt, who can say?] at Sheldon Packer, an up-and-coming presidential candidate. Samuel and this woman are connected in a spoilerific way, and then it’s off to the races.
The Line That Killed Me: The entirety of Laura Pottsdam’s “Argumentum Verbosium” is life (46-48).
Best Character: Simon Rogers
Why [As] You Like It: This reads pretty quickly. Page 76 came around much faster than expected, especially with how long it is. We are definitely still in the exposition, and I don’t know if I have any real feelings toward it yet, but I must like it for some reason? idk What that reason is. Current mood: *shrug* it’s aight.
Why I’m Gone, Girl: As of now, Sam has some pretty stereotypical vices and character traits. Most of the people he interacts with do, too. While I’m sure Sam may evolve in different and nuanced ways in the upcoming 600 pages, committing to Hill’s novel without that assurance is a lot to ask. Especially since we also don’t really know what the novel is about at this point. Long-ass novel + not so much plot movement = necessary evil, or disappointment?
Last Line, Last Chance: “…sign of life in the room, this insect. It bumped into the ….”
Will I turn the page, or toss it into Mount Doom?
I hate to give up on this as there is so much more to go, but the assurance that it will get better is the only reason I would keep reading it. It’s pretty bland so far, and not like vanilla ice cream. Sorry, Sam, but maybe you are a bit too washed-up for me.