I wanted to read Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer because I’d read reviews of his previous work but never got round to reading him. This combines jewish angst, family breakdown and sexual awakening – sort of Howard Jacobson meets Philip Roth. If that sounds promising to you give it a try.
I can’t describe Here I Am because, unusually for me, I didn’t finish it. I was groaning and moaning my way through it and when I got about a quarter of the way through I realised that I couldn’t care less what happened this was just spoiling my holiday.
1/5 (only gets the 1 because it might have improved if I had the will to finish it)