I haven't read a book I really love in awhile. I'm searching.
I read this glowing NYT review of "The Three Weissmanns of Westport." Based on the review, I bought two copies in hardback: one for myself and one for Not Karen (yes, she's Not Karen, she's not Not Susan) for her birthday. Turns out the review is better written than the book. I'm bitterly disappointed with it so far and may not finish it. Doubly pissed that I gave it as a gift. Even more pissed that I bought it on-line and didn't thoroughly examine the cover art: I judge books by their covers, and this one sucks.
Then, I read this review of "Ill Fares the Land" and the review alone really has me thinking. But now I feel so burned by the "Weissmanns" review, I fear that again the review will be better than the actual book. Damn your quality writing, New York Times!
Let’s get in formation.
4 days ago