I gave up on Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan this morning. This isn’t the first good book I just haven’t felt compelled to finish, and it got me thinking about WHY that is. What’s turning me off? It’s certainly not bad prose, poor grammar, unappealing voice (a lot of the things that turn me off of books). It’s […]
Please excuse my absence today, as I am desperate to read about the unconventional courtship of Miss Alexia Tarabotti by the Lord of Woolsey. I am too busy laughing to post.
By which I do not mean the car. No, I’m thinking about reading jags this morning. For me, particular genres are often like a food I can’t get enough of–and since they have no calories, I’ll absolutely GORGE myself on something, and then often step away for a while. Cozy mysteries. Chick lit. Romantic suspense. […]