My Struggle: Book One

This one did not live up to the hype. I had been led to expect a rambling sort of memoir that was a bit dense and self-important. What I read here, though, was something that felt sloppy. In fact, I was bothered often by run-on sentences and poor punctuation. But really, it was a bit conventional and boring. After recently reading Joan Didion, I was ready for something equally as evocative. What I got was something trite.