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I managed to plow my way through 132 pages, but life is too short too waste on mediocre books. So I am not going to finish reading The Winter Cottage by Mary Ellen Taylor.

For the record, it's a story about two or three generations of women who apparently hate their mothers, love the wrong guys, and then get pregnant with out of wedlock babies. Same setting for all of it.

Problems: many.

I couldn't connect with any of the characters. I felt a smigeon of sympathy for the protagonist in the beginning, but she didn't hold my interest.

The conflicts are extremely bland and done too many times by far superior authors already.

The pacing, oy. It would put snails into comas.

The titular setting is even duller than dishwater.

I don't care how it ends so I didn't skip head to look; that should tell you something.

On the plus side: well, it has a pretty cover. The writing is competent. That's it.

Off to the Friends of the Library it goes.

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nightsmusic said…
I hate when that happens. A book shows such promise, gets wonderful reviews and...bam...it's a slog fest. I've gotten cynical enough that I read all the bad reviews first before I consider spending my money on a book. And FWIW, reading some of them for this book, you wouldn't have gotten an ending anyway. Not my cup of tea.
May 14, 2020 at 8:19 AM
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