Very readable, this book.

You know what I love about novels,  or just fiction, I guess?  That the main character can go through the entire book feeling like they have no idea where they are at in life, have no idea where they are going, what they are doing… and you can totally relate.  Then, all the sudden they get a check for a hundred grand and become a famous novelist.  After not even trying to become a novelist.

It’s nice, and flowery, but totally unrealistic, then you are pissed off for ever relating to them in the first place.

Or.  I am, at least.

This book there was no novel, but the same basic principles.

Yet, readable, readable, readable.  And even likeable. 

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