100. Henry, Himself by Stewart O’Nan
This book is a prequel to O’Nan’s previous books Wish You Were Here and Emily, Alone both of which I loved for the way they examined ordinary, every day life in such a poignant way. Although this book did the same for some reason it didn’t hit me in the same way. Rather than reveling in the writing and the characters as I did with the previous book I found this one rather boring. Maybe it’s because I find that prequels rarely add anything to stories where you already know where the characters end up. That was the case here as well. I didn’t feel like this book added anything to my understanding of the characters even though its main focus was on the one character who was already dead by the time the other two books took place. I give it a 6 out of 10.