A Prayer For Owen Meany

I just re-read this for the first time and would probably downgrade this to a four-star book at most, but I think it's maybe unfair to do that since I admittedly had ruined a lot of the suspense that powered my first read through.

Mostly I think I am perhaps increasingly uncomfortable with John Irving's attitude re: women and sexuality. If I hadn't already left the book in the library I might pull out some concrete examples, but I did. And I'm lazy.

Also the second time around I lost some of my suspension of disbelief for Owen Meany. Aka like, the whole plot. AH WELL, still a good read.

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(First time review)
I know, right, I just now read this book? The hardest thing about this book was that I wanted to tear through it so fast to Find Out What Happened, but at the same time I wanted to savor it.

Anyway, I loved it, it was funny and sad and nostalgic. The weird thing was no matter how many crazy things happened, I was never disbelieving. I guess because the characters (minus Owen) were always like WTF too, so I just felt like they were along for the ride too. Anyway, if you haven't read this yet, probably you should do that.