Title: a depressing exercise in futility
Review: For the record, I read ALL of this book, and the only reason I finished it was because it was a selection in my book club. My overall feeling is one of depression. If this is what people think love is, then I'm sorry. Henry and Clare are two of the most shallow, self-absorbed, crude people I've read about. And I admit to being offended by the gutteral sexual word usage. Everyone in this, including Gomez and Ingrid, are hollowed human beings. There's no real redemption, no hope, no beauty...just a series of mundane passages about what they ate, how drunk Henry got, and how they assumed they had better sex than anyone on the planet. Sorry, not interested.
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