In this case, about 15 pages of male dialogue between two male colleagues (hey, at least they’re in a bar drinking beer) about women, relationships, emotions, motivations. One line at least was so flowery, I came close to throwing the book across the room. Instead I heaved a huge sigh as I often do and thought to myself, “Men do not talk like this.”
Literary fiction, done well, also takes longer to read. Maybe because it’s easier to put down and that might be because you have to think more about what you just read. It’s like a fine meal you want to savor and enjoy and linger over. Which I guess makes commercial fiction more like fast food. Quick, easy and often forgettable.
I opened BREAKNECK first and I’m more than halfway through it. I’m trying to broaden my horizons because I don’t normally pick up detective stories, but I’m enjoying this one. One thing I like, the chapters are really short
I’ve had another brilliant idea to keep track of what I read when and I wish I’d started doing this years ago. I’m going to keep the little receipts the library issues when you take out books. They list the title and the withdrawal and due dates, though not the author’s name. At least I’ll be able to check if I think I’ve already read something.
Earlier in December I read How To Be Lost by Amanda Eyre Ward. I recommend it.