Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

I have actually had this on my TBR list since my friend Erica mentioned it eons ago...but then Oprah picked it as a book, and all hell broke loose on the library hold list!

I finally got my hands on this 500+ page (what is with me and long books lately??) novel, and dove in, with high expectations from the Pulitzer Prize winner.

And read. And read. And read.

And then started skimming, and then skimming more.

Eugenides has a definite style and affectations that are all his own, and I have no doubt he has a lot of interesting stories to tell, but I just got SO bogged down in this one. Three threads all being woven together, jumps from past to present and back again, no linear thought, overly detailed writing, and a story that, frankly, didn't keep me interested terribly long.

I kinda/sorta finished it after slogging through more than half, but this just wasn't the gem I was hoping it would be. (Sorry, Erica!)

Oprah can keep this one, I'm afraid...

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