Right so you’d have thought that a book called ‘The Lover’ would be presumed to contain an abundance of romance but surprisingly I barely found this at all. It was quite a bleak book with just one strong (although one sided) relationship throughout. There was also a lot about her family situation which was admittedly sad although somehow I found myself feeling hardly any empathy at all despite it actually being an autobiographical novel.
It was in English, translated from French which I think may have hindered my reading process somewhat, as translations are not always as they should be. I shall eventually go on to read the French version as part of my course so it will be very interesting to see how they compare. I do wonder whether it was due to me having to read the book for uni that caused me to not enjoy it somehow, subconsciously? Or yes, perhaps it just really wasn’t my thing.
It was not really what I expected of the book as most other French romantic novels I have read are full of passionate fiery love and relationships. It was a quick but not particularly passionate or gripping read for me.
I feel a bit guilty not liking another one of these famous, crucial French novels, but there you go, perhaps it’ll grow on me with further study....or perhaps not.
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