I know, I am woefully behind on all of my book challenges. I have no explanation other than, putting books on a to-do list, turns them into, well, something that has to be done. They move from being something enjoyable, to a task. And I all ready have plenty of tasks. But I will finish the Notable Books Challenge, and I will probably enter it again next year, so really this whole intro paragraph went nowhere, and if you are left scratching your head in confusion, welcome to my world.
I finished Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson last night, and truth be told, I really don’t know what to say about it. Here is a quote from the inside of the jacket,
Out Stealing Horses is a magical novel that captivates the reader. It records the changing and ever elusive dance of time through the voice of sixty-seven year old Trond Sander, as he recalls his young adulthood against the shadowy aftermath of World War II, and the shock of certain life-defining experiences… As recollections converge in his mind, like a latticework of remembrance, and a fascinating chain of coincidences unfold, the here and now of contemporary European experience, such as Chechnya, is never far away, an echo chamber within which historical change, at the turn of the new millennium, reverberates.
Um, yeah. After reading my intro paragraph, you can probably tell that this novel is not my cup of tea. It’s probably not a good sign when I have to reread the jacket blurb two or three times to understand it! It was not bad, it just didn’t grab me. As a matter of fact, as I’m writing this review, I can’t even remember enough about what I liked or didn’t like. It was pleasant, it was not horrible or bad, it just wasn’t memorable to me.