Yeah, so? Well as I’ve been trying to read more, I realize that I’m very spoiled. And it’s Marilyn’s fault. She not only taught me how to write, she crafts such excellent books that it takes a special author to keep me interested. Life is just too short to put up with bad book.
I tried the day after Christmas. Two hours that I will never get back. What is really sad is this particular book has been through two Big New York houses and the movie rights sold. When I start editing a book instead of reading, it is time to move on.
The other day as I was waiting for my son to get off work, I found a set of books about ghosts. Now, I’ve tried these non-fiction books before and the writing is usually as dry as an old bone. This author breathes life into her stories.
And maybe into me too. Who knows, maybe I’ll find my muse again.