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frostap 's review for:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
by Dave Eggers
Oh, Dave Eggers. If I could draw a graph of how much I liked this book (as a function of pages read), it would start high, hit a peak around page 100, and then plummet to almost nothing, plateauing at a very low level of enjoyment for the last 150 pages. I was fascinated by how a quartet of siblings handle their parents' early deaths (within 32 days of each other!) and liked reading about Dave caring for his seven-year-old brother. I can't understand the twentysomething angstiness of the middle section, though, and kept thinking, "Man, maybe he should just finish college and get a real job?" I guess the artist part of me has been killed by pragmatism.