I loved The Elegance of the Hedgehog. Anyone I’ve ever talked to about The Elegance of the Hedgehog loved it too. And yet, Muriel Barbery’s third novel The Life of Elves is a literary calamity.
I am two-thirds through this book but I realised this weekend that the avoidance techniques I’ve employed to not finish this book (‘hmm… I’ll just read this real estate magazine again’) have won out. The Life of Elves will go back to the bookshelf unfinished (Book I Forsook #2).