The lovers

A book that, on the surface, really isn't my cup of tea. It's the type of story that is often found in indie/foreign movies: the plot-less, conflict-less character “study” of an empty shell of a character. The last third of the book shakes things up with the main character developing an odd relationship with a local Turkish boy, but it's the ending of the novel that's the most interesting. I honestly have no idea what to make of it. It could be real, it could be a hallucination, or it could be that the main character has died. It's weird.

A book that, on the surface, really isn't my cup of tea. It's the type of story that is often found in indie/foreign movies: the plot-less, conflict-less character “study” of an empty shell of a character. The last third of the book shakes things up with the main character developing an odd relationship with a local Turkish boy, but it's the ending of the novel that's the most interesting. I honestly have no idea what to make of it. It could be real, it could be a hallucination, or it could be that the main character has died. It's weird.

A travelogue of Turkey that accompanies an inner monologue of self-centered middle-class wife- and motherhood: not a killer of a book, but surely worth its short 225 pages.