This was so far my first book by the author. I couldn't finish it though. Which might be (or most probably) just a matter of personal taste.
I couldn't enjoy or feel any simpathy for any of the main or even secondary characters. At one point I started to actually feel annoyed and being bored of the central story line: a "love story" of a 30 years old, engaged man and his 18 years old distant relative.
I mean... it's a teenage girl and an adult man who's cheating on a daily basis his fiance. What would you expect from such an age difference at this point (the girl is just finishing high school, the man is a director of a company)? I didn't get the original intention of the girl at all and the man was just mesmerized by her beauty, just as many other male characters in the book. So the whole obsession that developed later was out of nowhere and probably would need some further explanations by the author regarding the man's past, psyche.
I'm a bit surprised as I found Pamuk (besides of his overall fame in literature) as a suggestion for readers who love Marquez, Rushdie, Saramago... I wish I could at least find more details about Istanbul in the mid seventies. But I felt the description secondary (maybe because if the "heaviness" of the love story).
I hope I can find something by Orhan Pamuk more tempting, more engaging. But I felt that the book is somehow inconsistent. Maybe that's called mad love...