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The Feast of Love: A Novel
I dissent. I must not be among the literary cognoscenti mentioned in the blurb about this book. I found it impossible to distinguish one character's voice from the next, even taking the annoying verbal tics into consideration. I found the narrative shallow and the writing merely workmanlike. In fact, it left me so unmoved that I abandoned it on the train with my bookmark on page 160.
