I read this 25 or 30 years ago and loved it, as I did all of Anne Rice's books I read at that time. This time round I DNF-ed. I got just over half way through and couldn't be bothered any more.
I read this 25 or 30 years ago and loved it, as I did all of Anne Rice's books I read at that time. This time round I DNF-ed. I got just over half way through and couldn't be bothered any more.
I hate to bail on yet another title this month, but I'm just not feeling this one. Even just in the first few dozen pages, the flashbacks and ambiguous character references (similar names, unclear antecedents) have made the story incredibly tedious to follow, and I'm just not interested enough to put in the effort of unraveling the threads.
I'm trying to read, but the discussion about whether the Eagles' defensive line is more fit than the Cowboys' offensive line is distracting me. (When my family watches football with me, they accept that it's going to be an MST3K situation.)
Today's modest library haul and a question:
As do most of you, I'm betting, I read a lot and enjoy engaging with ideas and the ways that stories/fiction can help us work through situations and emotions that are hard to get our heads around in real life. Books are a huge part of my life, and yet when I talk to most people, I rarely mention books/reading, and when I do, I feel almost embarrassed. I don't know why this is.
Does anyone else do this?
Finally starting this after seeing the Showtime portrayal so many years ago.