Jonathan Franzen's Freedom.
I wanted to love it. And I did at first. But about half-way through, I started disliking the characters and stopped caring about what happened to them. It became extremely difficult to read the rest, hence the months-long trek.
I suffered through it though, because this book was heralded as the Great American Novel by just about every book reviewer out there and I figured by the time I finished, I'd get it. (And I must admit, that little cat-fighting session between Franzen & Jodi Picoult intrigued me.) But I don't get it. I was elated to say good-bye to the unlikeable Berglund family.
What am I missing? Did any of you read it and like it? If so, write me and tell me why.