The older I get, the more I am aware of time and how little of it is left for reading. I'm at a stage where I only need to read for enjoyment. I always feel conflicted about letting go of an unsatisfying read. But somehow that concern is eased by taking a look at a fresh book on the to-be-read pile.
Sycamore Row - by John Grisham
John Grisham has been quite inconsistent over the years; several of his books are highly engaging and fun, many are just terrible. I'm not sure I want to say this one was terrible but it was quite dull and repetitive. I wonder if, as authors become popular, does no one edit or review their work anymore? I was not enjoying the book, so I abandoned it about half read.
Gods of Guilt by Michael Connelly
This one is just a bitter, bitter defeat for me. Connelly has been a top favorite of mine for many, many years but this book just failed to engage me. I slogged through to the middle and decided enough is enough. I see I am in the minority in this based upon Goodreads opinions but I need to move on.
Perfect by Rachel Joyce
Another one where I'm out of step with the general opinion. I only read the first 25-30 pages, found it to be quite opaque and annoying, so I moved on to a palate cleanser. Sometimes I find if I read something just perfectly ordinary, a generic romance or mystery, it can clear the way for me to be more open after a reading block.
I've picked up Letting Go (which I keep singing in my head to the tune of "Let it Go", because, really, how could you not?) by Pamela Morsi. I read a perfectly charming little romance by Morsi last year or so called The Lovesick Cure. We'll see if Letting Go will let me go of my poor attitude toward my reading selections and get back on track!
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