I’m worried I’ve left it a bit too long between reading this book and writing the review to be as articulate as I would like. But I suspect the sentiments pretty much remain as they were when I started reading it a week ago.
I put it aside you see, for a couple of days, before getting back to it and that’s something that NEVER happens. Unless it’s non-fiction, cos #meh.
I wasn’t NOT enjoying it enough to viciously flick it aside it but I really wasn’t connecting with it at all. At the time I put it down to my mood. I’ve been busy and stressed and having to over-think a book just wasn’t what the doctor ordered.
When I got back to it though, I was more engaged. Enamored even. For a while.