Ok, so sometimes I forget the titles of what I have just read. This time, I know I have read it, but I can't remember the title, and I can't remember what the book was about.
Usually, it's a sign that I wasn't much keen on the book to start. Knowing my short memory, I try to blog about the book as soon as I have finished it. In this case, I was so excited to get onto reading the October selection for my book club, that I put the finished novel down (somewhere) and now I can't find it, and I can't remember much about it. (In my defence, I am reorganizing my home office, so I have an excuse as I have just packed all my books up into boxes for a week.)
Hold on now...I remember it was about a man, who is a real estate agent in New Jersey, and he is divorced and struggling to maintain a relationship with his son. During the course of the story, his son is hit in the head with a baseball in a batting cage accident in Cooperstown.
What was it called again: One Ball Too Many?...No that isn't it.
Tell you what, when I find it, I'll fill in the blanks and we'll call it a blog entry. (Wonder if I can google a book just with short description?) Oh well.
OK. I FOUND IT. IT'S CALLED INDEPENDENCE DAY BY RICHARD FORD. Don't rush out and buy it. I'll lend you a copy!
Listen, I don't purport to know much about literature, but this is one of the reasons I wouldn't recommend it. David Louis Edelman sums up why I found it boring:
"No one could accuse Richard Ford of rushing things in Independence Day. (Bascombe spends fifty pages alone narrating his house tour with the Markhams.) But those who can float with the tide will find a brilliant and absorbing underbelly to Independence Day that makes it one of the most accomplished novels of the year."
No thanks to underbelly!!!
Usually, it's a sign that I wasn't much keen on the book to start. Knowing my short memory, I try to blog about the book as soon as I have finished it. In this case, I was so excited to get onto reading the October selection for my book club, that I put the finished novel down (somewhere) and now I can't find it, and I can't remember much about it. (In my defence, I am reorganizing my home office, so I have an excuse as I have just packed all my books up into boxes for a week.)
Hold on now...I remember it was about a man, who is a real estate agent in New Jersey, and he is divorced and struggling to maintain a relationship with his son. During the course of the story, his son is hit in the head with a baseball in a batting cage accident in Cooperstown.
What was it called again: One Ball Too Many?...No that isn't it.
Tell you what, when I find it, I'll fill in the blanks and we'll call it a blog entry. (Wonder if I can google a book just with short description?) Oh well.
OK. I FOUND IT. IT'S CALLED INDEPENDENCE DAY BY RICHARD FORD. Don't rush out and buy it. I'll lend you a copy!
Listen, I don't purport to know much about literature, but this is one of the reasons I wouldn't recommend it. David Louis Edelman sums up why I found it boring:
"No one could accuse Richard Ford of rushing things in Independence Day. (Bascombe spends fifty pages alone narrating his house tour with the Markhams.) But those who can float with the tide will find a brilliant and absorbing underbelly to Independence Day that makes it one of the most accomplished novels of the year."
No thanks to underbelly!!!
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