The Dead Fathers Club by Matt Haig
Only a third of the way through and I called it quits. After two weeks of trying to barrel through the text, I subconsciously, or perhaps purposely, tossed the book in the corner and buried it under discarded clothes. It was a week before I decided to try again, but within a few pages I was ready to return it to its hovel on the floor.
It's unfortunate that the story itself is an interesting idea but you can't appreciate it for the heaps of poor writing. Its fatal flaw is the complete fail in dialogue. I understand the book is written through the experience and words of an eleven year old boy but I've read other books from the same perspective and they managed to accomplish the task fluidly.
The trend of not using quotation marks to separate dialogue is a feat better left to few. It's a style of writing that's tricky to pen and can hinder the story from flowing coherently. Once reading the book became more chore than pleasure, it was time to call it a wrap.
This review remains open as I intend to give the book another crack after I recover from the first go round. Check back in a couple months for a complete review.