Moon Tiger, Penelope Lively
I don’t know why I originally picked this up: it’s the sort of consciously literary creation that doesn’t normally work for me, and so proved to be the case this time too. The meandering, disconnected narration might’ve been clever, I suppose, but to me, it just got in the way of the story. And the story… well, nothing special as far as my tastes go; full of characters I didn’t really like or root for. Pretty much my nightmare as far as a book goes.
The writing itself is pretty, at times, evocative, though sometimes too consciously so.
Chalk it up to ‘not for me’ and move on…
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