How Late it Was, How Late by James Kelman

I gave this book about a hundred pages before giving up on it. It's written entirely in dialect - Scottish. The odd thing is that it is third person, not first person, so the unseen, unnamed narrator is talking in dialect.

There are also no chapter breaks. That's not enough by itself to make me give up on a book, but it is aggravating.

So I gave up on it. It just wasn't worth the effort, and this is a Booker prize winner. Life's too short...