THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS (Arundhati Roy) - May 12/18

Sorry, Sayward. Nope. This is way too flowery and descriptive for my liking. Roy is just flat-out in love with her writing to the degree that narrative and character development is non-existent. It's the literary equivalent of masturbation. There were maybe two or three stretches I actually enjoyed - eg one of the kids is molested - but on the whole I found this rather torturous. And I never was able to figure out which character was which. * out of ****