After seeing the movie trailers for Winter’s Tale for what seemed like months, but was probably only a few weeks, I decided it seemed like a book I’d be interested in reading. I downloaded the book through iBooks onto my iPad in January. I was stunned to discover it was 768 pages long — which converted to 1541 ebook pages. Gulp.
I use Goodreads to keep track of what I’m reading and on 1/30/14 I wrote: “I’m looking forward (to) this book coming together with all of the lines.” The next day I wrote: “I’m about to put this book in the “WTF did I read this pile” because it just isn’t coming together.”
And then I broke up with Winter’s Tale.
Therefore, I give you my review of the dumbest book I’ve ever read:
I couldn’t finish it, but I tried. There’s so many plots that are going on and none of them are coming together. The author spews out words and words and more words. I yearn for dialogue between the characters. For the first time ever, I’m giving up and just going to see the movie.
It seems I’m not the only person who just can’t figure out what the big deal is with the book. Here’s a thread of comments that helped me realize that I wasn’t alone. Guys, I’M NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO HATED THIS BOOK!!! WOOT!!! Thank you, internet!
When I stopped reading it, the story wasn’t even on the Peter Lake storyline, but rather on some other guy who was walking across the USA with a silver platter that his father left him when he died. What does this guy have to do with Peter Lake and Beverly???
Due to all of my suffering, I gave myself full credit for reading this book. I’m considering reading the last page of the book too, just to verify that Beverly and Peter Lake have their stupid happy ending.