Turn of the Screw. Jamie Fraser. David Foster Wallace. Shakespeare. Well-constructed sentences. Leonard Cohen. Captain Wentworth. Neruda. Hemingway. Chapter 21 of Jane Eyre. Clive Staples. Tolkien. Melina Marchetta. Big, fat Russian novels. New words. And honey in my tea.
I skimmed this book from front to back. Read probably 40% of it. It was essentially indigestible. I didn't root for the characters, I didn't care for the plot, I wasn't impressed with the prose.