First on my list of disappointments were some of my recent library book selections. I could only read two out of five. One was a Lee Child Jack Reacher novel. …
I grew up in a household without a lot of money or luxury and learned early on to feed my reading addiction through the public library. I have a Kindle…
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.”