Oh dear, I had to give up on this one. I really tried, but all it did for me was want to skim over it and get to the end, quickly. I got to page 32 and started skimming, in the hope that I would find something of substance, something to tweak my brain, something to enthrall me. It didn't happen.
Eventually I thought oh stuff it, let's bring this mind numbing excercise to an close, so I skipped a dozen pages and went straight to the back of the book to read the end. Basically it ended where it started, so what was all the stuff in the middle about then?
The author rambles, on and on and on. Passing through one subject after another with no interconnecting passages. His brain darts all over the place, like a demented savvy shopper on a mission to snap up all the yellow stickers.
Dark thoughts indeed, some of them downright depressing. He talks a lot about health, his own and family and friends around him. Graphic details of the ilnesses which caused his relatives to die. He focusses a lot on his middle age, you can't help but notice that he is 47 years old, he reminds you often enough, and the fact that his marriage has broken up.
A few passages did catch my eye as being the beginnings of a good story. He does recall some interesting experiences, but then goes and spoils it all by rambling, and I was left feeling 'oh, is that it, he has moved on to something else'.
This book doesn't flow, it is bitty, like a pan full of chopped up vegetables. It's all very well reading a short piece of writing in this style, but 200 pages is a bit much. I can't be doing with people peddling doom and gloom, then trying to disguise it as quirky and witty. Tell me a story, keep me intrigued, amaze me with facts, and for God's sake give me a smattering of simple humour.
Moving on, Heidi tried her best to stop me from typing, had to use one finger for a while, so writing this post has been slow going. I think she is a bit miffed with Mayze.
There is a bit of a power struggle going on at the moment, they are glaring at each other. 'Come down off there, I'm gonna get you'. Now now girls.
Bugsy couldn't care less, he is happy snoozing in the window.