I finally finished ‘Saturday’ by Ian McEwan. Now, I’ve been reading this since about September. I start reading it, then I read another book instead and it languishes on my bedside table collecting dust until I pick it up again. It just didn’t grab my attention, but I persevered, and managed to finish it this afternoon! It’s really boring until the last 70 or so pages in my opinion, and I don’t think I’ll be reading it again. It’s got potential, but it just seemed like nothing happened for most of the book. It could be because it took so long for me to read that I think this, but then again there must be a reason why I stopped reading it so many times. Hmm. A disappointment.