In Which I Disappear

If this is what passes publication, I better be an author.

Even if a book is bad or boring I'll finish it. Since I graduated college and started reading my own books for fun I've only not finished one, and that was because it was going around in circles and I had a more exciting book waiting (it was Catch 22 and I plan on trying again someday). Until yesterday.

Last summer I picked up the most interesting looking thriller book from a sorry looking pile of freebies in the employee lounge because, well, it was free. I just got around to reading it about a week ago and the first sentence is:

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like a urinal cake.

Already I knew I wasn't going to like this book. But I don't give up on books very easily; I want to give them a chance because sometimes it takes a while for it to get going. But then I got to the first paragraph of chapter 6:

Myron mixed childlike Froot Loops and very adult All-Bran into a bowl and poured on skim milk. For those not reading the Cliffs Notes, this act denotes that there is still a great deal of boy in the man. Heavy symbolism. How poignant.

Aaand I'm done. Your sarcasm does not work, Mr. Coben. Luckily, my newest book came in the mail the other day and I'm way stoked to read it (see image to the left). It's one of those books I want to finish as quick as I can and make it last forever at the same time. So I'm going to be MIA for the next however-long-it-takes-me-to-read-this-giant-book-in-between-my-2-jobs. This one I'll probably stretch out a little longer than the last two in the series because the author died right after delivering the manuscript... so no more Lisbeth Salander or Mikael Blomkvist. That is, at least, until they make a movie out of it. And I dunno quite how I feel about that...