A review by guiltyfeat
Ducks, Newburyport by Lucy Ellmann

2.0

I don’t remember the last time I spent a month reading a book. This was unbelievably dense and often painful. I read every damn word on all 998 pages, and while it was occasionally witty and even affecting, it was also frustrating, tedious and repetitive stream-of-consciousness daftitude to a Tourettic extreme.

In short, something the book never is, it was not entertaining and not enjoyable. I will struggle to believe anyone who says otherwise.