Originally Posted by Dakota rube
I've been slogging through what should be an easy read: A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. I have started, stopped and re-started this blasted thing a half dozen times since last autumn and haven't made but a 100-page dent in it. The book lies dormant, silently mocking me, on my coffee table.
The story is quite easy to follow, and the characters are wonderfully developed. Its just that Irving goes into such detail! He could simply say what time it is, but instead he delves into the whole concept of time, man's attempts to harness and conquer time, and the mechanics of a freakin' watch! (Okay, I'm exagerating, but still...I'm having a dickens of a time with this book.)
Originally Posted by globetrotter
I love that book. keep trying.
I hated that book and could not get through it. It almost broke up my relationship with my wife as it is her favorite book, and early on in our relationship, she begged me to read it. I just couldn't
Our dog is named Owen, after Owen Meany.