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.
Nope nope nope. I just can't do this. There's no teenaged angsty romance (yet) but the misfit boy teenaged angst emanating from this book reeks like sweaty gym socks and Axe Body Spray. The bad guys are all cartoonishly bad, and the actual monsters haven't even appeared yet. And I did try. I've suffered through two hours of audio, and that's enough for anyone. I'm going to have to use the Transfiguration Spell for this particular square.