The Emperor's Children

I felt compelled to finish this because I always feel compelled to finish books, but doubly so when I've borrowed it from a friend. In fairness, there was a point in the middle when I cared about what happened to the characters. But that point was a long time coming. Chalk it up to the economic climate, my general disdain for unhappy people who don't DO anything about being unhappy, or the barometric pressure, but I was bored and uninterested in the beginning. Things did get better, but that had more to do with twists of plot than character development, and by the end, the several characters I did feel invested in were mostly dropped from the arc of the story. Yes, work, life, and love can be complicated when you're a thirtysomething in New York, but I feel like that story has been told before. Better.