Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson, um, no. It feigns being a witty novel by describing ad nausem mundane details, immediately noticed.

Secondly, rather than moving the story forward, Guterson goes too far backwards. For example, a bit of action in a courtroom, and court is recessed. And while the court breaks, we read heaps of back story on a single character, and it doesn't influence the story.

This reads like fiction, ha, and it happens in the 1950's on San Piedro Island, north of Puget Sound. There is no San Piedro Island north of Puget Sound or anywhere for that matter, merely in Guterson's imagination. It's fiction, so that should be okay, but right after my taste of near historical fiction, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, I was severely disappointed.

So San Piedro in Snow Falling on Cedars, remembered what happened to its Japanese residents during the second world war. And what did the whole island population do when their Japanese neighoors went into exile? According to Guterson, they "watched".

No fun reading about fiction that an individual doesn't like, nope.

You're not likely see it on a retail book shelf as we all know that they are all closing, copyrighted in 1995 by the way.

I know it got good reviews, I don't always trust reviews, and don't trust mine either. You may like it, but I highly doubt it. If somebody you know likes it, perhaps this book is for you.

Just be warned, because I care that we're not bored when we read.

Lastly, I do admit, it was better than having nothing to read.