My choices at the library two weeks ago were not the best I’ve ever made. I, Alex Cross was the usual Patterson fare. To be honest, I read it first and now I can’t remember much about the plot. My best pick was Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child. When I began to read, I had my doubts about this one, but, as usual, Mr. Child delivered. I don’t think this man knows how to write a bad, or even mediocre, book. A very good read.
I picked two books by an author I don’t think I’ve ever read before--Ted Dekker. I saw a movie not long ago that was based on one of his books. It wasn’t a great movie, but I thought the book would be better. The first one I started was Boneman’s Daughter. I read about half of it and skimmed to the end. I’m glad I didn’t waste my time reading the whole thing. I also skimmed Thr3e. I don’t think it was any better than the movie. I was bogged down by Mr. Dekker’s psychological claptrap. It went way too far becoming mind-numbingly boring.
I also checked out and read a few paperbacks that I won’t mention. They are of that genre that I don’t care to admit that I read occasionally.
After I read this post, I realized that I may have left an inaccurate impression of my reading material.
When I said that some of it is embarrassing, someone, I suppose, could infer that I'm into porn. I'm not!
To give a hint of the genre I mean, think Fabio. E-e-w-w-w! I'm blushing to admit that much.