Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I’m not sure why, almost half way through, I still simply cannot fall into this book. It’s not as though it suffers from lousy writing, and it’s action-packed, and it’s giving plenty of information about the primary characters and their personalities and histories. And maybe that’s the problem – the problem of Too Much. Whether the MC is interacting with other characters or reflecting on past events or dreaming of his son or wife or strange other things or actually doing and experiencing something, it’s all horror. Awful things in his mind, awful things in his dreams, awful things in real life. This book is giving me horror fatigue. And there’s waaaaaay too much exposition.
Anyway, I’m DNFing at 44% after 5 ½ hours of listening, but I’m not going to give it a one star rating, as I ordinarily do for DNF books, because it’s possible or even likely that I’m just not in the mood. It’s not you, book, it’s me. We need time apart with others.