“If this novel had continued and finished the way it began, it would be a masterwork. Instead, after page 100 or so, it devolves into a mawkish print version of every romantic dramedy that comes out of Hollywood, made all the more unbearable on account of its overeducated, narcissistic, infantile characters and an author who loves stuffing witticisms into their mouths, page after page after page. You know how Louis de Bernières ruined "Corelli's Mandolin" with that cheap epilogue? Imagine that epilogue lasting for nearly four hundred pages.”
E.J. wrote this review Thursday, September 17, 2009.
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