Title: A little too . . . much
Product review: Well. I recently finished reading this book, and I'm not sure WHAT to think. The early part of the novel was very interesting to me, as my mother was also very ill as I was growing up, and I could relate to being a young person who suddenly had very adult responsibilities.I think the problem that I had with the book thereafter was that it was just too much. Eggers goes to great lengths to communicate to readers that he's very self-aware, he's very media-savvy, he's always one step ahead of the reader. And while his tangents and stream-of-consciousness writing can be interesting at times, I found it getting stale rather quickly. The book, in some ways, is all about self-analyzation: what Eggers thinks of himself, what he thinks others think about him, what he wants others to think about him. As a reader, I felt like I was under some sort of microscope, with Eggers considering how, with every word I read, I was perceiving HIM. I'm not sure that such conceit makes a worthy read.
Would you say this review depicts the product in a flattering or unflattering light?
