Title: An Over Contemplated Thought Is A Terrible Thing To Share
Product review: I knew going in that reading a Pulitzer Prize winning novel was like playing Russian roulette with five cylinders loaded. There have been some great ones like Empire Falls, A Confederacy of Dunces, Shipping News, and A Thousand Acres, but the list has also become over populated with some stinkers, like Independence Day. The endless contemplation of nothing takes a toll and I felt like my life force was ebbing down with each page. Then I fell into depression by page 200. When did good story telling go out the window? Who lost the plot, or even something as simple as a purpose for the story? When did endless droning about nothing become publishable? I'm all for free-form writing, but, come on, have you ever seen so many run-on sentences that say absolutely nothing? Enough of the rant. This was a bad read for me. For those who loved it, I'm happy for you. For me and the many others who loathed it, I'm sorry I wasted my time, too.
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