A review by wmbogart
Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

Surprised I didn’t connect with this! I’m sure I’m missing something. But my tolerance for the “goofball narrator’s life musings” genre only extends so far. Even when that narrator occasionally stumbles on larger truths or whatever. Not one for “thrillers” in general, so I struggled to care about a lot of the plot. Much prefer The Books of Jacob.