It wasn’t for lack of effort that I didn’t like this novel. I sincerely tried giving the author a second chance in the second half of the story, wishing with every turning page, which is a lot of wishes since I read on a mobile screen, that this is the turning point, this is what will make me fall in love with the story, this is where I realize how Salinger is a last-minute scorer. Needless to say, there were no turning points, no lost love found and Salinger has established himself with me as a dull writer. Regardless of how ridiculous the ending was, I was somewhat glad I reached it, for this has been the most terrible time I spent reading a book. That includes Ibrahim Al Fekky’s motivational books, which aren’t easy to beat.
I might take a break from writing about books for a while. For one thing I’m starting a new one that’s said to be as good as it’s long, and it is long. The other reason is, what’s the point ?. It’s a matter of taste anyway, and I have seen some people say they love books I wouldn’t sell for a penny. At the end of the day, there isn’t anyone this is helping but me, and only in the case of a reminder of how good the book is. So don’t expect any reviews on books in the near future, except perhaps excerpts of very iconic and defining moments and without my annoying commentary.