Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel

I remember being bored as I read Life of Pi, but then floored by the ending, so I was hoping this novel would be the same. Unfortunately, I never found out. I stopped on page 70 (out of 195) because I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm not a fan of existentialism and I really hate reading about authors who try to write about themselves in a fancy way. I'll admit I was an English major, but that doesn't mean I have to like highbrow literature. And I feel like this author is trying to write something to be talked about at cocktail parties by people in black-rimmed glasses and turtlenecks. And, um, I'm a high school librarian who doesn't like to waste her time. So I stopped reading.