One Day. Tried to read it twice, but I just didn't get it. A friend wanted to see the film, and I thought it would be better, but it was rubbish.
The Goldfinch rambled on without much point, just like her previous one, The Little Friend, so I didn't finish either. Shame, because I loved The Secret History and read it twice.
Dawn French's first novel was a massive disappointment. I usually avoid celebs who write novels, but it was a present so I felt obliged to read it. I thought as a comedy writer it would at least be funny, but it was lazily written and unrealistic.
Friends, Lovers, Chocolate by Alexander McCall Smith was another present. Loathed it. The main character was a tiresome, judgemental woman who I thought was in her seventies because she was so old-fashioned. Turned out she was only about forty, which shows how well he knows women. And I held out for a big reveal but the ending was a total cop out.