199/365 Stalled

I really thought that this month would be easy, but I am finding it hard to figure out which books to write about. The books that mean a lot to me have already been written about on my various blogs and the books I have not yet written about, are that way because I really don’t  have much to say about them than that I liked them. Or not.

Actually here’s a book that I absolutely hated (well, there were parts I liked) but finished (over the course of almost two years) because it was on my “Read a Shelf” list: Charlotte Gray by Sebastian Faulks. I think it was mostly the style of writing — I call it “man-writing” for lack of a better term. I am sure Faulks is a brilliant writer. I just didn’t like Charlotte Gray. Someone in my bookgroup suggested reading Birdsong, also by Faulks, about two days after I finally finished Charlotte Gray and I think that she thought I’d gone a bit crazy because I let out a howl, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Otherwise I have learned to stop reading books I don’t get into after a few chapters. Life’s too short.