A not-great-book review

I have a confession to make. I cannot handle the writing of a certain author whose surname starts with ’Z’ and ends with ’usak’. (My goodness, it feels so good to let that out.) I think I’m the only person in the world who didn’t like The Book Thief, although I couldn’t remember why, but a friend recently lent me The Messenger, and IT’S ALL COME BACK TO ME: His writing is IRRITATING. I find myself distracted from the story by the way it’s being told; I have to keep stopping and yelling at the book.

“The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams,” it says. Yes, that sounds beautiful, but WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEEEAN?!

It also says:

At work that night, it happens.
I find the stones of home.
Or to be honest.
They find me.

SERIOUSLY? Could he not have said all of that on the one line? When did “Or to be honest.” become a valid sentence?! AM I MISSING SOMETHING?!?!

I was going to reread The Book Thief to find out why I felt all “Really?!” whenever people raved about it, but I don’t even know if I can finish this one. Can someone tell me the end? Is it worth it? I’m going nuts.