114 pages

I have given my June bookclub book well-over two hours of my life.  Twoooo hours that I will never be able to get back.  One hundred fourteen pages...and what do I have to show for this?

1. A nightmare or two
2. A twitch when I see the bookcover
3. Several quasi-motivational speeches to me from me (XOXOXOX!!!!)
4. A very big UNdesire to finish this book
5. Why did the Milton-quoter have to receive a blow to the hwad and then stitches...and then his wound kept having issues and it just made me squeamish?

Seriously.  I can't read anymore. 

The book and I started our relationship off on the wrong foot when I was thrown head-first into dialogue without ANY background on the characters.

I still do not know who the "Burglar Vicar" is, nor why is everyone looking for him because on one page he is nice and the victim and the next BAM - there's mystery.

I just can't live my life with this pressure.  I can't be in this relationship anymore.

To the book I say, "We must break-up.  It's not me though, it's all YOU!!!!!  It's O-V-A!!!!!"

I read to get swept away into the land of fiction.  I don't mind a little suspense.  A LITTLE.  MUY LITTLE.