You know how there’s that book that everyone loves and is buzzing about? The one you just absolutely have to read?
And then you read it, and it doesn’t quite have the same effect on you? And you’re sitting there, re-reading the last page, and thinking that something must really be wrong with you because you just … didn’t … really understand it.
That was my experience with The History of Love.
(Actually, that kind of sums up my own personal history of love itself … up until meeting The Dean, that is.)
I really wanted to fall in love with this book, and indeed, it started off lovely. Krauss does a wonderful job with developing the characters of Alma Singer, a 14 year old girl, and Leo Gursky. Towards the middle of the book, however, as the characters’ lives became more and more intertwined, the plot became confusing. (A review that I read on Shelfari suggested that this might have been helped if dates were added to the chapters instead of – or in addition to – titles. I agree with this.)
I know I’m not alone in not liking a book that everyone else seemingly liked, because a few of you chimed in about this one when I wrote about it several Sunday Salons ago. Still, this one goes in the “meh” pile for me.
Just to be fair, though, here are two others who thought differently …
Those are all I could find, but I’m sure there are more! Did I miss yours?