I had too many problems with that in the beginning and trust me being dysfunctional was just the first of those problems. The story, as the blurb goes, is that of a dysfunctional Jewish family, which is trying to find its balance after its patriarch suffers from a stroke and is in a coma. However, it did take a little bit of convincing on my part to continue it and finish it. Being quite the flighty reader, it honestly didn’t take much pursuing or convincing on their part to start this book. Recommended by a good friend Vimal and then endorsed by my own little group here, this book had all the makings of a great read, one that I couldn’t ignore or resist. Zoe Heller’s The Believers is one such square peg, which try as I might, I can’t fit and yet it seems a perfect fit, a dichotomy if ever there was one. However, while the fit of these square pegs might be difficult, they aren’t all that impossible to like or feel overwhelmed by. They are those square pegs of life that I desperately want to fit into round holes and alas they don’t, they won’t, they can’t.
However, very rarely, I do stumble upon a few that leave me mystified as they don’t fit any of these categories.
Having been a reader since I guess forever, books for me fall into two categories one that blow me away and one that don’t books that are perfect in every sense and those that aren’t books that have strong stories that move me and those that don’t simply – books that I love and those that I don’t. ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Elective Affinities None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” “Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein.
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