Good God! If these are the sorts of things that rattle around in the skulls of young women, then I am
eternally grateful to chance for giving me an Y chromosome!
I refer of course to the novel The Girl on the Train, about which I have heard so many good
reports. They seem even to have made a
movie of it. Oh, Lord! Why?
I read the first 50 pages of this book this morning while
avoiding housework (Abebooks: $3.59). It has left me in such a state of depression
that I may skip golf this afternoon and go straight to the beer-drinking
ritual.
Part of my Alaska family is arriving tonight. I may pick up Girl when they leave next week, or I may not.
Tell me why you liked it.
I hated it. I really hated it. I am reading a book just now, Bear Town, which is so wonderful and reminded me of why I hated that book so much. i was thinking of writing the author to tell him, the difference it makes to care about your reader.
ReplyDeleteWill I ever be able to scrub all this slime out of my head? Through an accidental confluence of events I find myself with virtually nothing to read in the house. Even my car is unavailable; I loaned it to Linda and Paul. Thus, in desperation I took up this book again and have read about half. I got as far as the baby drowning in the bathtub. That was far more than enough. I don’t care who killed Megan, although I can guess. Just as Parkfriend says, this is a terrible book. Why was it so popular?
ReplyDeleteI still need to kill some time until my car comes home. I’m either going to read a book about the Kennecott Copper Mining Company, or write an essay on stem cells. Maybe both.