It’s such a great feeling when you decide to abandon a book; the realization that, “It’s not me, it’s the book.” Yesterday I abandoned one of this year’s hot novels,
Booth, by Karen Joy Fowler, a popular author. It’s a historical novel about the family of
that Booth. Golly, it was tedious and with nothing of insight or interest to say that I could see. And long! After I abandoned it, I took a quick look at the reviews and was delighted (because who doesn’t like confirmation?) to find a stinker in the NYT. The WaPo and the Guardian loved it, however.
