#27

The Third Translation by Matt Bondurant

I can't decide how I feel about this book...I finished it, which is something, I guess, but I don't really think I can say I liked it.  I'm sort of confused, because the whole time I felt like the story was leading up to something, some sort of resolution or epiphany or...something.  But nothing really happened.  The whole thing just sort of fizzled out.  There seemed to be an underlying theme of some kind about life or family or something, but it escaped me I guess.  Maybe I was too focused on what I thought was the point, the whole translation thing.  And the main character was the worst kind...those ones who never initiate anything, who never make a decision, who just get pulled along by the events happening around them.  This guy seemed to wander off into outer space every other paragraph, either ruminating about the world's resemblance to something from Egyptian history or spontaneously dropping off into flashbacks about his childhood.  I don't know, I just feel like the description on the book was so misleading.  I was expecting something like Indiana Jones and I got Oprah.