The Reader on the 6.27

“For all those fellow commuters, he was the reader, the bizarre character who each weekday would read out, in a loud, clear voice, from the handful of pages he extracted from his briefcase.”

I hated this book the first time I tried to read it, I dnf-ed it after 50 pages or so because I couldn't get into it at all, the writing and the main character felt unbearable. But I kept postponing giving it away and this week I felt the urge to give it another shot, probably because it had been on my radar for years before I bought it and I really wanted to see where the story would go.

This time it was like reading a completely different book. I thought it was very charming, very Amélie-esque. And I truly appreciated the writing on this occasion. I have to say, I think the translator did a wonderful job, it didn't feel like a translated work at all.