(this guy is supposed to be shrugging his shoulders like, “huh?” but I guess it’s not going to work. Use your imagination!)
I hate it when I get a string of books I don’t like because then not only am I wasting my reading time, but I have nothing to blog about. So, just for the record, I am reading, just not anything I like. Or really, it’s a matter of “get”. I’ll admit that I am not much for abstract art, whether it be a painting, music, or a novel. I’ve been reading this YA which sort of pretends to be a normal book, but at the end of each chapter I’m left thinking, “huh?”. I kept thinking that if I read enough chapters, they’d all suddenly click into place, which sometimes happens. But so far, not so good. I gave it my fifty pages and back to the library it goes. I’m willing to say that it’s just me though. I won’t give you the title, but if you’re any kind of a sleuth at all, and you’re interested, you might be able to track it down by the blurb on the back.
“An oblique, understated book, deserving of high praise.” – The Literary Review
Maybe I’m just not literary enough. Oh, well. Doesn’t bother me much! Besides, I think I do like literary…it’s artsy that baffles me for the most part.
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