I am 150 pages in... or I'm past the long diatribe against videophone calls.
When I do sit down to read the book, I get a lot of pleasure from it. He's an absolutely incredible writer, and his fits of genius are like fireworks.
But I don't have the toehold and foothold that I want. I slide away from the book because there is no, as of yet, discernible plot. I put the book down and don't pick it up for a couple of days, and where once I read on the train to and from work, now I listen to podcasts and play Fruit Ninja.
I'm not giving up, but I need to be bolstered to continue. Dad, are you still going? Mom? Sara, have you gotten any further? I need to hear the voice of my family! I'm sliding off the glacier and I need a rope to help me continue. I just read this list of upcoming books and I'm starting to wonder whether my time wouldn't be better spent reading the books on my nightstand.
I started to read this book because I wanted to, but also because I wanted a family activity while I'm so far away from you all. My question is: is it still a family activity?
Let me know! Talk amongst yourselves!
