OK I went to the library, no this is not a joke, and I decided not to get any mysteries (shocker). I decided to read a few plain fiction books. The problem with that is, I keep waiting for someone to die. No I'm serious. I keep expecting for someone to drown in the swimming pool or die from strangulation by tinsel. That's not to say I don't like fiction, I do....but I love mystery.
So I started reading:
Comfort and Joy
by India Knight
Genre: fiction, novel
I never made it past page 8. The writer is British, I love British mysteries. This was no mystery. I read the blurb on the back and it sounded like a really good book. It may be a good book, but I didn't make it to the end. I didn't like how it seemed like a total stream of consciousness. The character kept rattling off about one thing or another. Then the language was....let's just say there were words in it that made me want to make sure my kids weren't reading over my shoulder. Which they like to do. Take this review with a grain of salt, but I didn't like it, so I didn't finish it.