Reservoir 13

The. Worst. I swear I'm going to avoid Man-Booker Prize selections, then I get tricked into checking one out, then I wish to chuck it across the room (or good Heavens, into the yard into wet grass!), but can't because it's from the library.

This is self-indulgent garbage. Another reviewer pointed out that the first sentence of each chapter is similar to represent the sameness of small-town life and each chapter contains 12 paragraphs, one for each month if the year.

DON'T CARE. Boring. Sad, poor writing. Forcing dialogue into the midst of multi-page workouts is nonsense. And this is after reading 3 Cormac McCarthy books in a row (and two, far superior Kent Haruf novels), so I'm not bothered by unusual dialogue and structures.