A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
I liked the main character very much, and generally liked any scenes that examined his thought processes and his interaction with adults around him. Unfortunately, the author is not really strong in building characters. And the story involved not one but two bratty kids. Once the second bratty kid grew up, I started to really feel how paper-thin the characters were, and started to actively dislike the book. Again, I did like the Count, and liked watching his evolution over the years of house (hotel) arrest; but the story had too many silly plot elements and holes; and the angelic, perfect, flawless, divinely talented Sofia who could do no wrong annoyed the daylights out of me. By the end it really read like a bad forgettable movie.
This is the 51st book I’ve read this year.
Tytania 