Apparently, I'm becoming a picky reader in my old age. Two years ago I was so bold as to ask really good authors to write something that resembled an ending in their works. And here I am now, wanting something to happen in a novel; just a bit of action.
I've said my bit about Among Others, and others seem to agree that nothing happened. Now, I'm reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane and I find myself reading another novel in which nothing is happening. I'm getting a bit frustrated...
Added to which I've hit my limit for items checked out from the library at one time (Who knew there was a limit! Why is there a limit?!). I almost bought everything on my Amazon wish list, which would have ushered me into insolvency, in hopes of there being one book in which stuff happened as I was too worn out to actually 'shop.' I'm too worn out to shop, people!
Hell, I'm tempted to go pick up my paperback collection of David Gemmell stuff only because I know stuff happens in those books (even if I have them memorized and even if I'm not sure I could bring myself to read again).
Half way through Gormenghast--nothing is happening...
Half way through The Line Between--nothing is happening...
Halfway through The Ocean at the End of the Lane--nothing is happening...
Thank God for Ted Hughes and Crow; cause it's awesome. (Thanks for the recommendation Jo Walton.)
What ever will I complain about next?
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