The Bone Clocks

boneclocksI’ve enjoyed several books by David Mitchell and was looking forward to reading The Bone Clocks.  As I started it was outstanding in the same way Black Swan Green and The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet – fantastic writing and well formed characters.  But then the cracks began to appear.  Not cracks in his writing – cracks in the time/space/universe.  Strange things breaking in to the fairly normal stories of the many many characters.

The first third of the book was a joy to read.  The second third was okay.  The final third was a job.  I had to force myself to finish the book (because I had so much invested by this time).

The weirdness of the final third was enhanced by the fact that I had a cold and my day was interspersed with naps and cold medication, making the whole experience further surreal.

I think I’ll wait for another ‘normal’ novel from Mitchell before I try reading any more of his books.  This one was just too much.


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