To answer the question in the title, no it is not a novel in the I shall tell you a story sort of way. Perhaps one could say that stringing together endless random questions and somehow managing to publish them is a novel idea… but that still doesn’t make it a good one. It’s possible my extreme dislike of the book has something to do with the four year old I live with.
Ivy: “What do you do at book club?”
Me: “We all read the same book and then we talk about it.”
Ivy: “What book did you read?”
Me: “A book that was all questions.”
Ivy: “Why was it all questions?”
Me: “I’m not sure, that’s just what it was.”
Ivy: “What kind of questions?”
Me: – gave some examples-
Ivy: “Why do they ask those questions?”
Are you getting the picture? I’ve got plenty of questions in my life thank you very much, and it’s not like they are all easy ones. Just this week we’ve covered topics ranging from cremation to how trees drink water. John has been known to come home from work, ask too many questions and then frantically back pedal and rephrase his conversation before I kill him with a spatula. Perhaps at some distance stage of my life I will no longer prickle at the thought of being asked 3,000 questions – but I’m not there yet.
Would I recommend this book? Can’t say I would.