Hamnet

I could not get past the writing style. I totally believe some people were into this, I was just not one of them. There was almost no plot. Instead the whole book was setting the mood of a scene, sometimes for pages and pages. At one point it took a character a chapter to walk around a room and forget what they were looking for, at another point 5 pages to walk a few steps down some stairs, with endless asides to describe the light hitting an object evoking at least three metaphors. My eyes glazed over. After describing something tiny with such momentous detail you think that would be significant to the plot in some way, but nope, nothing follows, just more description of something equally irrelevant. The characters did not grow or change or even have personalities. The book was basically a a few vaguely connected scenes stretched as far as they could go, drowned in some wordy but arresting visual imagery.