The most boring 349 pages in 2012 so far: Vladimir Sorokin "Ljod Ice". I am glad I did not carry this book around during my Scotland-trip. Why did I finish it and not put it aside after 120 pages? Maby I am a finisher. Now I am done. 8pm and I think I will go to bed. Yes, THAT boring! ;-) I've been struggling with it for more than 3 weeks.
I am looking forward to reading the Murakami-novel - the one that did not make it to Scotland either. It remained at my nightstand and gave Sorokin the advantage.
Sorry Vladimir, but this just didn't work out.
Jetzt freue ich ich auf Murakami, der Wälzer, der es ebenfalls nicht nach Schottland schaffte und geduldig am Nachtkasterl Sorokin den Vortritt ließ.
Sorry Vladimir, aber so wird das nix mit uns.