Three stars, mostly because that’s an easy compromise when in fact I don’t know what rating to give. Read from March to August of 2013.
I think the only other book I’ve ever spent so long reading (without abandoning it) was The Red Badge of Courage, required reading my freshman year in high school. This took me nearly five months to read, though I was picking it up fairly regularly almost that whole time; it just took so long to get through. I’d read fifteen or twenty pages at a time and have to stop, and at least once a page, it seemed, I’d reach the end of a sentence and have forgotten what the beginning was.
It is a funny book—but to call it “one of the funniest books ever written” seems misleading to me, because it is not that kind of funny. It’s clever and biting and humorous, certainly, but it’s also dark and bewildering and horrifying. I appreciated it, admired it, absolutely. I’m glad I read it, especially because it’s been on my list for a long time. But I don’t know if I can say whether I liked it, because “like” just doesn’t seem like the right word. I’ve heard that it should really be read twice, and immediately after finishing it, I thought it was highly unlikely I’d ever want to do that. Now that I’ve gained some distance from the experience, I can definitely see myself considering it someday.