(***This review contains a minor spoiler)
Is it just to survey a word that I didn't even finish? I debated it for a nano-second before I decided it's my blog and I'll review if I desire to (review if I wish to, review if I wish to).
I used to be one of those readers that if Ibegana book it was apoint ofpride for me to finish it cover-to-covercome hell, high water, or writing so bad it reduced your I.Q. 
After a pair of chapters, I decided to white house. And you know how often I hate to do that.
Later that evening, I picked it up again, finished another chapter, and went to bed early. Not a dependable sign. On a free weekend, if I am not up until the wee hours of the morning, clutching the book and chanting "one more page, one more page." the odds are against the book getting finished.
The composition was gawky and thither were chunks missing like roofied memories. I found myself re-reading paragraphs more than formerly because I lost track of who was speaking, or where they were, or the story wasn't advancing. It didn't help that I didn't wish the independent character. She was weak. I see that weakness, foibles, and imperfections arepart of being man and establishing a realistic and sympathetic protagonist, but shecame across assomeone with a victim mentality.
Whiners bug me. Yeah, bad things happen. There areevents that happen that are not inside your control. Your life goes to crap. Kick a can or two. Call your friends for moral support. Find a shoulder to cry on. But there comes a sentence when youstop your poor-poor-beleaguered-me moaning and get on with it.
(****SPOILER contained in the next paragraph**** Avert your eyes)
(Seriously?! If Iget back from vacay and AssholeBoyfriend has thrown all my crap out on the lawn, changed the locks with no explanation, andis holding my dog hostage, I am going to go all Waiting To Exhale.Lock upmy dog, will you?! Dude's going tocome home to a kicked in front door and a car that "just spontaneously caught fire, officer.")
Those first few chapters were very muddled. For me,it all eventually bogged down andthe whole course of the level ground to a halt. Even though I learn until I reached themajor turning point in the plot,Istillwasn't interested enough to desire to continue.
Since that time, I've thought about the koran often. Perhaps I didn't giveSpooky Little Girl the shooting it deserved. Maybe it gets better in later chapters. Maybe it will get funny. Maybe I'll stop being stung and rolled my eyes at the pathetic antics of the principal character. Maybe, maybe, maybe. As my life ticks on and the title gets pushed onto the endorsement and 3rd page on my kindle books list I believe about it less and less. I'm afraid Spooky Little Girl is bound to finally fade and drift off like a wisp of ghostly smoke.
Is it just to survey a word that I didn't even finish? I debated it for a nano-second before I decided it's my blog and I'll review if I desire to (review if I wish to, review if I wish to).
I used to be one of those readers that if Ibegana book it was apoint ofpride for me to finish it cover-to-covercome hell, high water, or writing so bad it reduced your I.Q.
with every chapter you completed.
Then I decided life is too little and some things are too painful not to avoid if one has achoice in the matter.
Laurie Notaro ison my name of favorite authors for her semi-autobiographicalIdiot Girl's Action Adventure Clubbooks, mainly because a few of the vignettes made me laughuntil I cried.Humor - I love it. If you question me, take a look atthe track tape of funny, uglyguys that I've dated.
You had me at HarHar.
I awaitedNotaro's first foray into fiction with excited anticipation. Spooky Little Girl's premise sounded like reading I would enjoy since I get a taste for paranormal fiction and urban fantasy. When it arrived on my Kindle, I set by a portion ofa weekend to understand it.
After a pair of chapters, I decided to white house. And you know how often I hate to do that.
Later that evening, I picked it up again, finished another chapter, and went to bed early. Not a dependable sign. On a free weekend, if I am not up until the wee hours of the morning, clutching the book and chanting "one more page, one more page." the odds are against the book getting finished.
The composition was gawky and thither were chunks missing like roofied memories. I found myself re-reading paragraphs more than formerly because I lost track of who was speaking, or where they were, or the story wasn't advancing. It didn't help that I didn't wish the independent character. She was weak. I see that weakness, foibles, and imperfections arepart of being man and establishing a realistic and sympathetic protagonist, but shecame across assomeone with a victim mentality.
Whiners bug me. Yeah, bad things happen. There areevents that happen that are not inside your control. Your life goes to crap. Kick a can or two. Call your friends for moral support. Find a shoulder to cry on. But there comes a sentence when youstop your poor-poor-beleaguered-me moaning and get on with it.
(****SPOILER contained in the next paragraph**** Avert your eyes)
(Seriously?! If Iget back from vacay and AssholeBoyfriend has thrown all my crap out on the lawn, changed the locks with no explanation, andis holding my dog hostage, I am going to go all Waiting To Exhale.Lock upmy dog, will you?! Dude's going tocome home to a kicked in front door and a car that "just spontaneously caught fire, officer.")
Those first few chapters were very muddled. For me,it all eventually bogged down andthe whole course of the level ground to a halt. Even though I learn until I reached themajor turning point in the plot,Istillwasn't interested enough to desire to continue.
Since that time, I've thought about the koran often. Perhaps I didn't giveSpooky Little Girl the shooting it deserved. Maybe it gets better in later chapters. Maybe it will get funny. Maybe I'll stop being stung and rolled my eyes at the pathetic antics of the principal character. Maybe, maybe, maybe. As my life ticks on and the title gets pushed onto the endorsement and 3rd page on my kindle books list I believe about it less and less. I'm afraid Spooky Little Girl is bound to finally fade and drift off like a wisp of ghostly smoke.
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