The Life of Pi by Yann Martel.
People have been telling me that I should read this for a long time. Pete loved this book when he read it. I resisted because it did win the Booker Prize and you know how much I hate Booker books - they're always such a disappointment.
Anyway this was 20p for the kindle so I bought it and started to read. Boy was it tedious. I just wanted it to cut to the chase and for something to actually happen. I realise this is probably literary heresy - but I really had to make myself finish this. It just seemed to drag on forever and it was a struggle to make myself pick it up and read it. Once he gets on the boat with the tiger it gets a little better - at least things are happening, well some of the time anyway. So I'm afraid this has just confirmed all my prejudices against books that win literary prizes. (And it's done nothing to persuade me to try Wolf Hall again.)
There is nothing on earth that could persuade me to watch the film of this.
P.S. - I did like the tiger.