25. Never finished it.The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann. In my defense, I was a teenager who had only just started to learn French, so the fact alone that various characters have untranslated dialogues in it for what I recall as entire pages (maybe my memory is exaggarating?) alone would have put me off. But I also thought the characters were boring, and the plot non-existent. Considering I was under no obligation to read the book, which I had found in my great aunt's library, I put it back and moved on to the next book, the next book being, as far as I know, an Hungarian novel about Liszt.
In later years, I read other texts by Thomas Mann, but I never tackled
The Magic Mountain again. Sorry, Tommy. But I've always liked your older brother better anyway.
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