…because it reflects my reading tastes, and also because the former title was lame.
So, lately I read The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, and I do not recommend. But that’s just me, and I don’t review books. I just say if I like them or not.
As a measure of how much I did not like this book, I read the last few pages over about three nights. We’re talking 50 pages to go – an easy one-hour stretch. In other words, I didn’t care what happened to the protagonist. Never cared for him from the beginning.
On the listening front, I finished The Floribama Ladies Auxiliary and Sewing Circle. And although the title was never explained in the book – or in any review for that matter – I identified more with the characters. I cared about them, as I did not care about David Martin (of The Angel’s Game).
I do care about this poem. I wanted to read it for a dear friend’s memorial service yesterday, but I lacked the confidence and talent. Here is one of my favorite authors reading the poem I want when it is my day.