I stopped reading Anita Brookner's books because their heroines all seemed to be Eleanor Rigby. Got stuck with nothing to read over lunch and picked this up at a thrift shop. And guess what? It's not about Eleanor Rigby, it's about J. Alfred Prufrock!

This book... I don't know if I liked it or disliked it. This book hit me in the sense that I related to the main male character. The female character was odd as hell and I didn't overly like reading about her.

This book was depressing to read from the males point of view as he is 65 and regretting his life chooses and trying to use his last few remaining years to turn things around. Unfortunately he trying achieving them through this (what I think) poorly written woman character. It just didn't feel natural.

I liked if for the emotions it was able to convey into me, I disliked almost everything else. It's strange though in many ways this book has changed my life because I don't want to end up like the 65 year old man. ( )