I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
I managed to slog through about 11% of this book. It's really not very interesting. Two dull young men meet on a train and eventually began to complain about their mutual problems. One has a spouse who sleeps around and is now pregnant with someone else's child, but not much interested in giving a divorce. The other is the wastrel son of a rich man who hates his father because said father won't come across with a huge, unwarranted settlement. Something like that. So, they begin to plan the perfect murder scenario, one where each murders the object of hate of the other, but having no motive, and having the one who does have a motive well out of town, they should be able to get off scott free...or something.