Something Different

Now that the puppies are a little older and house-trained I have a bit more time for leisure reading. I decided to try something different and ordered a "blind date with a book" box that came with these three titles: Into the Jungle by Erica Ferencik, The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins, and The Goddesses by Swan Huntley.

On the plus side these are all used books, and I haven't read any of them or their authors. I've already started Into the Jungle, which may be one I put aside fairly quickly (my life is still too short to waste on books that don't engage me at all) but I'm giving the author another couple of chapters to win me over, so we'll see. I've never gone on a blind date with anyone or anything, but I'm fairly sure walking out after a few minutes is bad manners.

I know the Hawkins book was a monster bestseller and ended up being a movie, too, I believe. Probably why I never read it. The Huntley book (Swan? Really?) looks like high-brow womance. I'm so jaded, I know. It's really impatience more than anything. I want to be wowed by books the way I used to be when I was younger, but I think I've read too many (and so many are derivative these days it feels like every reading experience is one I've already had.)

I should be able to knock out one per week, so I'll write up recs or nopes on them during the month November. Wish me luck.

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nightsmusic said…

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