Abandoned Books

My standards for chick lit are pretty low. Even so, if you’re looking for something light and frothy, do not pick up Carole Matthew’s More to Life Than This. It was beyond tedious.

Speaking of which, I’ve lost all patience with Charlie Bone and flung down Charlie Bone and the Hidden King 15 pages in. Nothing ever seems to happen. They never make any progress. They never even seem to get older. Hmmphh.

And given the amount of children’s fantasy I’ve been reading lately, I finally overcame my prejudice and perused the fantasy section for grown-ups at the library. I came home with Tad Williams’ Shadowmarch: Volume 1. In the thank you treatise in the front, right before fulsome praise for his editors, and right after being eternally grateful that he could make a living as a writer, he says, “Thanks also to our talented assistant, Dena Chavez, who keeps Deborah and I as close to sane …” Snap! went the covers. I just couldn’t do it.

Finally (at least for now, and based on what’s in front of me), there’s Diana Gabaldon’s A Breath of Snow and Ashes. I remember a woman I worked with a long time ago loved this series — and I am sure I would be entertained by it too had I been reading them in sequence. It just felt like too much work to catch up on what was going on. I found myself spending more time wondering about the time traveling bit, and what time zone (???) the kids lived in, and all that.