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I am reading Where the crawdads sing by Delia Owens . I am only reading it because it was brought for me by my best friend . I am hating it but will read it to the end because she choose it for me. It's driving me mad. Each chapter is a different year but it keeps bouncing back and forwards between years. Err. If I don't like a book I stop reading but if it's brought for me rather than loaned I feel I have to read it.
It read Philip Pullman's Amber spyglass trilogy years ago and did enjoy them. But his Dust trilogy is far superior read the first 2 quickly and looking forward to getting the final one when it's published in September. It's more about the people rather than weird creatures etc. Both books are over 600 pages but well worth the read.
Only books I have binned where some of my late husband's books he had as a children that had got mouldy in the garage I forgot I had left them in there and found them before I moved house.
I'm with you on 'Crawdads' - I got it from the library because of all the rave reviews from friends, family and the media - and was distinctly underwhelmed by it..!
I'm rarely a fan of books that leap between different stories (Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell is another one that everyone seemed to love - except me 🙄
I disliked Middlemarch (I kept wanting to slap that silly girl who married the doctor 😄) and although I ploughed through it to the end, I heaved a sigh of relief when I finished reading it. Similarly, I discovered (too late) that the raved-over 'The Corrections' by Jonathan Franzen was actually a turgid and boring recital of the woes of a family - well, it was to me anyway - and off it went to the charity shop.
It's a good job we're not all the same, isn't it..? 😁