The Book of Form and Emptiness

This is the second book in a row in which I was lured into reading the book by an interview with the author. I first read Ruth Ozeki's “My Year of Meats” almost 25 years ago and really liked it, so I didn't need much of an excuse to pick up another book of hers. And a book about books, at that.

The premise is a good one. I won't recap the plot, but will say that the promise of the premise isn't delivered. In fact, I was really bored and found myself not caring, ultimately deciding not to continue around 1/3 through.