After nearly forgetting just how much I enjoy reading a good book, I finally coaxed myself into finishing one. It took me almost 2 months of reading on the subway to and from Brooklyn and on the hodgepodge of flights I took to get back from San Diego, but I finally finished Broken Verses by Kamila Shamsie. I very much enjoyed it.
It wasn't my favorite book ever, but I most enjoyed Shamsie's use of language. Many parts of the book read like poetry, to the point where I finally had to take out a pen and start underlining the lines that sounded so beautiful. I would probably like to read it again some time, if I can ever get through my impossibly long reading list, because it strikes me as the sort of book you can get more out of each time you read it.
Though the characters were very well-illustrated and accessible, I had a hard time getting completely absorbed in the plot. I followed it and I was interested, but I didn't necessarily feel like I spent the time I wasn't reading aching to know what would happen next. I'm not sure if that's a product of reading in 10-20 page increments every few days over a two month span or that it's just not that kind of book, but it obviously didn't keep me from continuing to read, so it wasn't a deal-breaker. And honestly, probably for the best since commute time was the only real time I had to read.
Overall, I'd give it four stars. I'll have to add Shamsie's other books to my wish list!
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