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Originally Posted by Tarana
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown was pretty good. The end was actually a let down from the chase. Not for literary snobs.
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Well, I won’t say I don’t get what you mean, but I’m a scootch uncomfortable with disparaging other readers, as opposed to books. Drying my tears a little here, as I abandoned the book after a few pages. Abominably bad, IMO.
Not to worry. I’ll get over it. In time.
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Originally Posted by issybird
On the other hand, I tore through two excellent memoirs:
Growing Seasons by Samuel D. Haynes, an account of his depression boyhood in the Midwest and, even better, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson and her emotionally and financially impoverished upbringing in the Midlands. Both coincidentally dealt with the absence of the birth mother and a stepmother/adoptive mother who did not fill the void. Books would save them both.
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I stayed on the memoir kick a while longer.
Gweilo: Memories Of A Hong Kong Childhood by Martin Booth also was a terrific read, although I admit I wondered a little at Booth’s sophistication at the tender age of seven and I didn’t find his mother quite the paragon he did. But
Spam Tomorrow by Verily Anderson was a pedestrian home front memoir and I found the author rather irritating. So I think that put an end to memoirs to me for now.
I’ve moved on to
The Movie Musical! by Jeanine Basinger, which is tons of fun. She’s one of my favorite authors on Hollywood.