Strange Hotel

2.5. I would try and get into the novel and then lose the threading of it all over again. Too experimental and self indulgent for my liking.

Unfortunately, this novella failed to speak to my heart. An endless ‘‘chapter'' of a woman's musings on sex, alcoholism, sex, men and did I mention sex? It leads nowhere, I failed to discover its deeper meaning and the stream-of-consciousness style requires a masterful use of language that didn't exist here, in my humble opinion.

I found no depth and I was disappointed by the fact that every city in the world of the woman, from Paris to Beijing, to Moscow, etc. is described in such a dismissive way, each hotel is the same old, same old and all our character thinks of is SEX.

And if you don't like the streets of Prague, you're a demon...

A big No from me.

Many thanks to Farrar, Straus and Giroux and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.