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Reading Slothfully

I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.

Currently reading

A Christmas Carol
Charles Dickens
The Way Some People Die
Ross Macdonald
Envy of Angels
Matt Wallace
The Fellowship of the Frog
Edgar Wallace
Code of Conduct (The Jani Kilian Chronicles Book 1)
Kristine Smith
A Good Death
Christopher R. Cox
The Black Cargo
John P. Marquand
A Highland Christmas
M.C. Beaton
Tales from Moominvalley
Tove Jansson, Thomas Warburton
Moominland Midwinter
Tove Jansson, Thomas Warburton

Wicked Autumn

Wicked Autumn  - G.M. Malliet Well, once again, I feel bad. I really should have liked this book. We've got a former spy who turned into an Anglican priest. I have a fondness for Anglican clergy. We've got an eccentric, small British village. I love old-time small British village life. We've got quirky characters galore. I love quirky characters. My spouse liked the book and recommended it. My spouse used to be my greatest source of reading material, and she's done a rather good job lo all these many years. But...I didn't really like the book at all. It didn't suck enough to garner a mere 2*s, but were I allowed to give +s and -s, I'd have marked it ***-.

I think part of the problem was that it was overly furnished, as Willa Cather might say, the property manager was too busy filling the pages with unnecessary descriptions of "things". Then too, overly much of the story didn't ring particularly true to me. Perhaps I'm all wrong, but it felt to me that many of the cultural references were appropriate to Americans, but not so much to the British, particularly British living in small, quaint villages. The various plot revelations, such as they were, hidden amongst all the furnishings, just sort of jumped out with no prior motivation or planning. It just didn't make a lot of sense. The final summary worked, sort of, but getting there was jumpy, clumsy and not well planned. I have no plans to read any sequels by this author.