Nonfiction by Daniel James Brown.
I feel really bad about this, because everyone told me what a great book this is, but I just couldn't finish reading it.
I mean, seriously. This nice lady at my church lent it to me, and told me she loved it, and I'm embarrassed to give it back. Strangers saw me reading it at the dentist's office and told me how fabulous it was. I felt mentally deficient because my eyes were crossing with boredom even as they spoke.
Obviously there is something terribly wrong with me that I'm more than halfway through this thing and it still feels like I'm slogging through molasses here.
I think my problem is that there is too much BOAT and not enough BOYS in this book. I like stories about people, remember? And this book just spent way too much time on the mechanics of the sport for me.
I'm sorry, Boys in the Boat. It's not you. It's me.