i love reading, but the problem is, even a bad book, i can't put down. it's a sickness...i should move on from the bad book, to a good book, but i can't. i have to know if it might improve....because it might, even though a part of me knows that's not likely.
i got this at my favorite book store: Book Thing of Baltimore a few weeks ago. I'd heard good things--my parents had read it and i respect their literary choices and my dad said this weekend that he actually liked it. i felt like a curmudgeon saying...."really? i can't believe he won a Pulitzer for this stuff."
and i still can't. it's not good. it's not a great story and although the characters are fine, although a bit predictable, the writing that's in the character's voices is just horrible. and that's alot of the book!
what do i know? i'm the fool because i only have 10 pages left and with the same investment of time i could be almost half way through a re-read of The Executioner's Song. Oh well.
and i still can't. it's not good. it's not a great story and although the characters are fine, although a bit predictable, the writing that's in the character's voices is just horrible. and that's alot of the book!
what do i know? i'm the fool because i only have 10 pages left and with the same investment of time i could be almost half way through a re-read of The Executioner's Song. Oh well.
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