The 100-Year-Old Man who Climbed out the Window and Disappeared should have been a fun read. It’s whimsical; there’s a quest, which I always enjoy; there’s a bit of magical realism to it all; there’s a fair bit about 20th century history. But it wasn’t.
I’m not sure why, honestly. It might have been too whimsical and farfetched. It might have needed to go further into the magical realism of it all. Maybe it was trying to be One Hundred Years of Solitude and failing miserably? I don’t know.
Anyway, I set it down after awhile and didn’t care to pick it back up. Sometimes books are like that.