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The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen. He perfectly captures an irritating family dynamic that's eerily similar to the one that makes me dread Christmas every year. It was raising my blood pressure just to read it, and not in a good way. If I'm going to be stressed out by a book, how about some suspense or drama, rather than just teeth-grinding petty snarky awfulness? Shudder. I think I read about a quarter of it, then realized it was making me utterly miserable, so I put it down.
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