by David Wroblewski
Edgar's story is Hamlet's story. With dogs. In Wisconsin. Really. His mom's name is Trudy, his uncle's name is Claude, and his father's death is mysterious. Need I say more?
This is the most bloated, unnecessarily descriptive, rambling novel I've read in a long time. And I just finished a year of Dickens!
I generally enjoy Oprah's reading selections, but this fell flat for me. I kept on reading, hoping that all of those words would pay off, but the ending did not satisfy me.
Not recommended. Very surprised that Oprah recommended it.
2/26/09
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