It’s a bright sunny chilly morning, and I have a steaming cup of chai and a date bar (and a cat!) for company as I write this non-post.
I was super-excited to pick up William Landay’s newest novel, All That Is Mine I Carry With Me, from the library. I really enjoyed Defending Jacob (twice!!), so I was really looking forward to diving into this book, but I quickly lost interest and returned it unfinished. The novel tells the story of a writer who revisits the disappearance of his best friend’s mother decades earlier as potential book material. The father was considered as the main suspect but he was never charged or convicted, and children, including the writer’s friend, grew up under the cloud of uncertainty regarding his guilt. How did this affect them, and what are their lives like as adults? This sounds intriguing, and it started off really well, reading much like the best true crime books, but then Landay switched narrators and it all fell apart. I believe the book is told from the points of view of even more characters, which would make it, in my opinion, even more disjointed. I looked up the review for this book on Kirkus, just to see if they thought it was worth finishing, but they had the same opinion, so, while it is not my normal practice, I closed the book half-way through and returned it to the library yesterday. *sigh* That’s a week’s worth of reading wasted. Oh well, they can’t all be good books (or at least “good” in my opinion). At least that gave me time to get a head start on my next book club selection (cloud//silver lining).
Anyway, that’s all for today. Stay warm, enjoy the sunshine, and keep reading!!