i wanted to give this book another shot after just hoe badly i hated it in highschool english. it’s been 16 years and it’s definitely not as a bad as it used to be, but i still just do not like this damn book. the people are all unlikable which is fine by me, but the narrator does no favors to how this story is told. buried under lists of names of people who don’t matter, nonlinear memory, and 1920s excess is a honestly good story about rage, infidelity, grief, and a whole lot of entitlement. but god it’s a miserable read.