When I dislike something I don’t tend to write about it, because it wouldn’t be a very nice thing to do. But ususally when I dislike what I read, I’m free to give it up whenever I like. In fact, that’s why I prefer to ask for review copies of books I like the sound of, rather than have lots of books sent to me unasked. This time I’ve been asked by my local bookshop to read a book to discuss with the group of young reviewers, where for a change we are all reading the same book.
So, I’m persevering. Moaned to a writer about it yesterday, and was reassured by her comment that “nobody reads XX” and that I’m noble. I can just about make out that halo floating up there, if witches can have haloes. I’m two thirds of the way through, so not too much longer to go. Though, as I’ve said plenty of times; a shorter book will always be appreciated. I skim as much as I can decently get away with, and try not to shudder at how the book could have done with more editing.
It will be very interesting to see what the children at the bookshop will say about it. My guess is that they will be more complimentary than the old witch. I’ll let you know.