I’m currently reading Freedom (for my real life bookgroup) and am liking it a lot — much more, apparently, than everyone else in my group did. (We’re meeting on Thursday. I started it on Sunday, so I’m running a little behind.) The thing I like about Franzen is that he seems to be a lot like me. Or his characters are, anyway. Probably not the way you ought to judge good literature, but — a a character in the book says, actually — people like reading about themselves.
Actually, I’m liking it a lot.