White Noise

This was such an odd (yet clever) book. By the time I finished, I sat quietly for a few minutes trying to make sense what I had just read but felt just as bemused as I did at the start. The book feels like a nod and ponder after a long conversation about nothing in particular yet everything significant. I probably won't remember a single thing from it in three weeks.

On the train I was asked a few times what I was reading and I truly struggled to describe the book because well, there's not much to say! It's mostly just about life and by extension, death (but isn't everything?) Like someone else said, this book should be read by everyone planning to die. It probably won't change much but at least you'll have something to distract you until then.

The dialogue is amazing, I loved the literary style and I truly admired every character, yet on the whole I never quiet felt completely hooked? I like being pulled into a story but here I just felt like I never could quite settle in