Saturday, December 31, 2005
Where does all the time go?
I finished Mary Balogh's Simply Unfogettable today. I spent the first chapter or so depressed because I am not Mary Balogh, and then, as always happens with her books, I forgot the world and just kept turning pages until the end. Ah, my kind of book.
I think I've given up on the other book. Interesting that I so recently ranted about modifier-itis because this book could win a prize. The narrative is overly detailed and so thick with adjectives and adverbs that if you put a spoon in it, it would stand up. Not only that, but there are not 1 but 2 chapters that functioned as prologues. I got to page 20 before there any of the main characters appeared. I hardly ever give up on a book so early so I might try to plow through a few more pages, except that because of not 1 but 2 prologues, I already know what's going to happen and so far I don't care enough about the main character to think why I should bother...
So, what to read next? Hmm. What a luxury. It's a long weekend. Probably I should start on one of the biggies. Harry Potter maybe. Or GRR Martin. Or Jordan.
