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...)
It is just too depressing.
I endured the endless descriptions of nature all around. I tried to be interested in Ralph and his awful, awful life. But it was just so sad and pathetic and depressing.
This is one of those books, that doesn't make me cry, but makes me feel bad.
So I'll stop right here.