The Last Man

If this book has taught me anything, it's that life is too short to waste on books that are a chore to read. At nearly a quarter of the way through, the only thing that I've read so far is a droning chronology of how five people became friends, married up and had babies. The “story” moved in a predictable pattern of “I totally hated this person before I met them, and then I met them and they turned out to be the most wonderful person ever.” Sorry Mary Shelley, I love you dearly, but I just can't with this one.