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I finished Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl, which was good if not particularly groundbreaking, and followed it by The Beast of Babylon by Charlie Higson - the Ninth Doctor short story in the Doctor Who 50th anniversary short story series.
As with most of the others in this set, regardless of author and incarnation of the Doctor, I once again wasn't really keen on the pacing - they all seem to suffer from overly long introductory parts followed by far too little focus on the actual plot and a rushed ending. Other than that, I suppose it was okay enough. Readable, anyway.
And as I'm still trying to break out of this current reading funk and tentatively try things outside my usual pick of genres, I started The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett last night - so far (~25% in), I'm not impressed at all. Choppy writing, the banter isn't even mildly amusing, and I think I may end up with alcohol poisoning just by reading this, considering that not a single Kindle screen seems to go by without someone craving a drink, pouring a drink, offering a drink, having a drink, thinking about a drink, talking about a drink, making sure someone else finishes their drink, etc.
I'm generally fine with reading about things I don't personally enjoy in my own life, but this is really pushing my limits, I admit.
At least it's a relatively short novel, so I think I'll try to give it a proper chance and finish it anyway.
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