A review by brenticus
The Art of the Wasted Day by Patricia Hampl

Did not finish book. Stopped at 51%.

It's just so slow. It's sort of halfway between a travelogue in which nothing interesting is covered and a set of personal essays in which nothing is really discussed. There's a vague theme of leisure present, but it's the sort of leisure (and the sort of theme) that revels in doing nothing and going nowhere. 

And this would all probably be alright if I wasn't reading about it and falling asleep on the regular.