I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Not a bad book.
It's written by a Pulitzer Prize winner.
But it is so depressing.
Too many interwoven stories.
Too many damaged people. Nobody is normal or happy in this book.
They either take drugs, took drugs, are suffering from impotence or killing themselves etc.
I stop, because I am not enjoying this in the least bit.