Apr 18, 12
Read from March 22 to April 18, 2012
While this is certainly a skillfully crafted book, it's a dreary read without a single character who is happy with his/her lot in life. The long, tedious narrative details the lives of people who feel victimized by their situations and powerless to change—all from the point of view of a Nick Carraway-like first-person narrator who has his own skeletons in his closet. I would not have read this one were it not a Pulitzer Prize winner, but it comes from an era in which literature tends to depict a somber state of the American experience. If you're not fascinated by the workings of the Catholic church in 1960s urban tenement neighborhoods, you may want to skip this book.