Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sweeth Tooth by Ian McEwan
Got halfway through and put it away. Obscure, somewhat pulse-less. First one of his I've ever not finished. Concerns a young woman hired in the late 1960s by British intelligence, caught up in intrigues with lovers/former lovers/future lovers who may or may not be double agents. Will not find out, in this life. Of course, I had a University copy of the book, sans the sexy dust cover shown here. That might have made all of the difference in the world. But cannot recreate the experience of first picking up the plain black volume and reading half.