Finally, I finished Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. I had read a review in 2010 by a book blogger who loved this book, so I went in with high expectations. It took me three weeks to read, which is a long time for me to spend on one book. The book wasn’t bad enough for me to abandon but not good enough for me to devour, which is quite frustrating. It’s not poorly written, but the character development is weak, especially the development of one of the main female characters (Genet), and the plot moves from tedious and plodding to rambling and implausible. The author, quite obviously, is a surgeon, and an excessive amount of the prose is dedicated to (often gross) details of medical conditions and surgical procedures, which was a problem for someone who reads while eating. If Verghese had omitted all of the medical school informataion, I might have finished the novel in a week and actually enjoyed it. I’m glad I finished the damn thing, but I won’t be recommending it to friends. Now, on to January, my month to read the Russians. First up, Crime and Punishment; Raskolnikov, here I come!