Ok, so this was chosen for my book group. I didn't go into it with the best attitude because it annoys me when books have ridiculously long titles, but I tried to put aside my prejudices. However, about a third of the way through I found myself sighing in boredom when I picked up the book; I didn't care about any of the characters, I didn't find it funny at all, just daft, and I was particularly irritated by the old man's castration just so that the writer could avoid any messy romantic involvement. I gave up. But book group meeting is approaching and now I feel guilty about abandoning it.
Am I wrong about this book? The world seems to think so. What have I missed?