A Widow for One Year

I liked this, but not as much as I liked [book:A Prayer for Owen Meany]. Here are some reasons I liked it less, I think: more cleverly self-aware, which I usually like, but somehow not here; less likeable characters, I suppose?; while being more self-aware (a lot of writing about writing about writing...) also being less believable, to me.

BUT STILL: I like John Irving's prose, and even though I found myself liking the characters less than those in Owen Meany, I still did care for them.