The Rosie Project: A Novel by Graeme Simsion is the second book I read during my extra long Christmas break this school year—third if you count my rereading of
The Little Prince. Technically I didn't finish reading it until the week after vacation was over, and I was actually falling asleep trying to get from the climax to the resolution! Can you say, "post-coital zombie"?
I really wanted to like this book, and it had me laughing in some parts, but not enough to give it a rave review. By the end, I was like Ricky Gervais at the Golden Globes, “I don’t care anymore.” The quirks of the spectrum-y main character and the snarkiness of his love interest started to wear thin and I got bored with their schtick. "I just didn't care anymore."
