It was sort of a strange book group meeting last night. There were 7 of us there, and only three people had finished reading the book, We are Water by Wally Lamb. I was about 1/3 of the way through, and a couple of others had read the first chapter or two. Our host, Barb, apologized for the selection. But, the three of them who had actually read the whole book couldn't stop talking about it. They were very courteous about not spoiling it for the rest of us, but they clearly had a lot to say, even if they didn't love the book.
The chief complaint was about the chapters told in the voice of Kent. They felt that the pedophilia was much too graphic, and from the amount that I've read, I agree. They also felt that there wasn't a character in the whole book that they liked as a person, and that most of the stories ended sadly.
Well, they can't all be winners. I have to say that I am liking the book more than I expected to. I'll post more about it once I finish.
We won't meet again until the end of the summer. Each year, we pick a Big Fat Book (BFB) to read all summer long. Quite a few long books have come out since last summer, but we wound up picking one that was first published in 1982. It is . . . And Ladies of the Club by Helen Hooven Santmyer. The Times HATED it, but apparently the American public of the 1980s loved it. I'll keep you posted!
For now, I'm still reading and listening to We are Water by Wally Lamb