What a strange book. That was my first thought after reading The World According to Garp by John Irving. The triumph of the book is that it makes you care about its well-etched characters, and empathize completely with them whatever their weird traits are. They are so human, so believable, even when the episodes border on the bizarre. The tragedies are awful and upsetting, but inevitable.
I loved the way Garp chases cars and tells the drivers to slow down. I wish I could do that myself. It’s things like these that make the novel something you want to embrace whole-heartedly. A wonderful book.