I’m not sure what is wrong with this book but it’s not for me. Too many words! This guy describes his descriptions.
“Gazing up at the ceiling of Oskar’s bedroom, splashed by a fantail of sunlight from the windows, I felt most satisfied. I listened to the city edge its way in. A tram grumbled and clanked its way past, tinny leper’s bell sounding, a protesting squeal at the points in the crossroads. The sound of duty also penetrated my sleepy mind, a scratching and mewing at the balcony windows. Shossy and Stravvy were hungry.”
This was p. 35 when I called it quits. Briefly, it’s the story of house sitting for a perfectionist.