Oh February, you officially thwarted me with your shortened length and week-long holiday. I know it’s not about numbers, but it was a bummer of a book month because one of the books I finished – Truly Madly Guilty – was so incredibly bad. I hate closing a book and wishing I’d never opened it in the first place.
Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty
Three-line review: It is a shame to know that so many good books go unpublished when crap like this takes up space on bookshelves and e-readers. The first half of this book is spent building up to the so-called climax of the story followed but the second half, which is just as bad as the first half. There is no character development, and the author uses the incredibly weak and sneaky literary device of holding back information to keep people reading, but it doesn’t pay off at all.
Arrogance by Joanna Scott
Three-line review: This high-brow piece of literary fiction tells a fictionalized version of the Austrian artist Egon Schiele’s life. Jumping among different characters in Schiele’s life and through a variety of time periods, the story helps explain who the artist is and the circumstances that led him to being such a controversial figure. It took awhile for me to get into the book, but I found it to be quite readable and an interesting depiction of an actual person with whom I was unfamiliar.