The overall idea behind "Snow" is intriguing - vaguely reminiscent of Jose Saramago's Blindness (which I loved) but with the addition of contemporary Eastern cultural aspects to keep Pamuk's story moving. The writer's style is repetitive, not a personal favorite but I can see how others might like the cadence-like quality it brings. In short, I did enjoy reading this book but I'm realizing that a trimmed-down Ernest Hemingway to-the-point prose is my preference. This book just seemed to take way too long to make its point.