Nutshell

I don't think Ian McEwan is for me.* See, I didn't dislike this novel; I just found it so hard to relate to—anything, really. The situation, the characters, the sex... I don't know. And, again, it's not that I disliked any of that, I just didn't care about it. I didn't feel anything when the fetus tried to kill himself, I couldn't see myself caring if the characters were going to get caught or not. Maybe that's not the point of the book, but what is it, then?

It has a great premise, and the prose is beautiful—it's obvious that McEwan is a talented writer—, but is it enough? I don't know.

*I happened to read one of his other books in 2015. Here's my (very short) review.