res tagged us with a meme, Gregor Samsa, BATTER UP!
Since our readers do not care how illiterate we really are, we delegate the meme to Gregor, because we are actually interested in his answers, also because we froze like a deer in headlights when we tried to think of answers. We will answer about the one book that took us awhile to get into: Island of the Day Before by Umberto Eco. It took us a week and a half. Oh, Ada, or Ardor by Nabokov was like a death march. Two books that we have never finished were The Vivisector by Patrick White and The Death of Artemio Cruz by Carlos Fuentes. They were both gifts. What is it about us that leads people to think we'd love incredibly massive stream-of-consciousness or existential epics? We have also received Pynchon's Mason and Dixon as a gift, we didn't even start that one.