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I wanted to love this book, or at least like it. One of my neighbors once said that it's one of her favorites, and that always gets my attention. If a book is special enough for someone to call it their favorite, there must be something special about it.

But life is a rich tapestry, and what appeals to one person doesn't always appeal to another one. I found this book to be incredibly frustrating. The main character Eilis is the mot passive protagonist I've ever come across. I couldn't figure out what she wanted. I don't think she wanted anything. She never felt like a real person, just a construct floating through life and allowing things to happen to her. 

I'm tempted to watch the movie and see what they make of Eilis and her woes. Surely she'll have a bit more life in that form. But I'm not sure I care enough to sit through it. 

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