#29: The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

Now, as books go, this was pretty convoluted. It took a while for me to adjust to the writing style of each story, but the language became accessible as time went on. The strangest thing about The New York Trilogy though, is that I can’t come up with much to say about it. It is what it is. The book can’t be described without plot being given away and it’s not up to the task of being discussed by a group. All I will say about the book is this: If you live in New York, you will recognize places, if you read books, you will recognize themes, and if you are a human being, you will recognize feelings. The end. 

P.S. I could not find the cover of the copy I read, so this is my own poorly constructed photo.