The Tenth Circle

Right now I'm reading How To Be A Canadian.

Some of the stuff is just plain FUNNY. I read it out to my sister and mom, but their eyes glaze over. They don't care! Seriously. So I just make a note in the margin, showing my reaction to the stuff on the page.

Early this afternoon, I finished The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult. While I will write a more interesting review* on another blog, I just want to say this: Sheesh.

Sheesh in the sense of: I KNEW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. I don't know if the ending was supposed to be a surprising twist, but I just KNEW what the character did. And I'm getting rather tired, perhaps, of Picoult's style. I know some people worship the ground she walks on, but I'm going to say this: I'm taking a break.

It's not me, it's you, darling.

There was a bright happy moment: When Trixie, the character was with another character, Willie, I was like, "cute". It was, too. But she had to go back home, and there was that. Trixie, by the way, the girl who had her childhood ended EVER SO QUICKLY (...), is annoying. Straight up annoying. I don't like her.

So yes. That makes for a book of "meh" proportions. Although I did read it faster than Salem Falls, it's not as good. It was interesting to learn more about Dante and all that stuff, but not enough to make me go, "THE BEST BOOK EVER!!" Etc.

I don't know.

- Possum

* Possibly. I don't know.