The English Patient is one of my minimum most loved books ever. Michael Ondaatje's writing is what might as well be called having a gossamer skein more than once tossed over your face and afterward dragged away; momentary and deficient, however sufficiently present to be truly irritating. Likewise, his dialogues were also very bad. Individuals in the 1940s completely did not talk the way Ondaatje makes them talk. This novel won the Booker Prize in 1992 and I am still confused in what criteria they selected this book for the award. This book is a total waste of time and I would not recommend anyone to read this book.
