I finished my first book of 2014 five days into the year. This does not bode well for my 300 book goal, does it?
I’ve been trying to read Making Love to the Minor Poets of Chicago since before Christmas. I have no idea why I stuck with it — probably because of the Chicago setting. And because I actually liked some of the characters.
But lord there were a lot of characters and the story line… gah. It left a lot to be desired. And the ending, blah.
I liked bits of it — some of the characters. I hated bits of it, the plodding OMG just get on with it. Ho hum. Not a great start to the year but I finished it.