I haven’t really been reading lately — it’s just so hard sometimes when you work at a camp — but I’ve been wanting to. I did read a pretty generic murder mystery a few weeks ago that had more to do with race relations in the south in the 50s and 80s than it did crime solving. But I’ve been wanting some solid reading time. I figured I’d have plenty of time to read on my 6 hour flight to Portland last week, so I picked up A Game of Thrones. Figured I’d find out what all the fuss has been about.
I can’t seem to get into it.
I’ve read the Prologue; and I know your supposed to give a book twenty pages before you give up on it, but I’m just not there yet. I’m going to keep reading, but it’s just so hard. It’s so much easier, and, so far, more enjoyable to watch episodes of Dead Like Me instead.
I’ll go back to it. I’ve got some hardcore reading withdrawals going on. But I don’t know yet how I feel about this book.