Book of Colours

It took me until about half way through to realise that my problem with this book is not me being a medievalist who can't overlook anachronisms (although that is TOTALLY true), but that this book is really just quite average. (The ‘it not me, it you' defence).

The book follows the lives of a few people as they are touched by the creation of an illuminated Book of Hours, each of them coming with baggage (as people do) and, through their experience with the book, coming to a resolution. And I did not care, not one bit, about these people and their insights into their psyches.

I mean, I could have just put it down and not ever thought about it ever again, but since I paid for my copy and I didn't hate it, I pushed through. I hope my local library would like a donated copy.