I read a book the other day. Yay me. Well, I finished reading a book the other day. Anyway, after I finished it I had to think about it a bit. I didn’t really enjoy the book. These days I just stop reading books I am not enjoying, and I would have, but it wasn’t very long and I kept hoping it would get better. I knew the author and enjoyed her other books in this milieu and I was trying to recapture some of the reading pleasure I had with her other books. I kept hoping that this book would get better and then transport me to that enjoyment I had experienced many years ago. I should say that this is not a new book, just one that I had not read before. Alas, this book never got there.
So, why did I have to think about it? I had to decide if it was me or not. Was I missing something? Was I not getting everything that was in the book because of my current reading abilities or lack thereof? Or was the book really not that good? I’m sorry to say, and also relieved to say, that I decided that the book really wasn’t that good. It was like a throwaway; maybe something that she had to fill in between books in a related series. It was just an idea and some characters that were lying around when her publisher wanted a book. I was disappointed. It’s nice when you can find something new – at least to you – from a favorite author. That’s what I was hoping for.
So it wasn’t me. It just wasn’t a great book.
Wouldn’t it be nice to find something new by Sayers or Hammett or whoever you love to read?
It occurs to me, finally, that maybe this just means that I should write what I want to read. Someone has to write the books that aren’t there right now.
3 comments:
She probably wrote it for NaNoWriMo and her publisher greedily published it.
You may be right, but she cheated by repeating scenes too many times.
Ringo Starr suggests you enter the NoNoNoNo-I-Don't-Smoke-it-NoMo writing contest.
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