My Name is Red, Orhan Pamuk

It's been a little while since my last post. This is partly because I am studying and so super busy, but also because I started (and got halfway through) Orhan Pamuk's My Name is Red, after finishing Silas Marner.

I was looking forward to reading My Name is Red, and did love the way it was structured, with different people, animals, ideas and inanimate objects as the narrators. However it felt too much like the characters were having the same conversation over and over; and it got too heavy and uninteresting for me. I didn't hate it, rather I lost patience. Maybe I'll go back to it in a few years, but I put it aside for something lighter this time.