The Vast Fields of Ordinary (Nick Burd)

I do not want to come right out and say, "This book skeeved me out!", except if I didn't you might enter this review going, "Man! Another book Renay liked! DOES SHE HATE ANYTHING ANYMORE?" The answer to this is a triumphant YES, but I am getting better at ditching the books that would incite that deep, red frothing rage inside my soul and put them down before I can get to the middle. I am getting better at being bitchy about my reading materials and if it pisses me off I do the mature thing and send it back to the library immediately! Or put it on Bookmooch where some other poor, unsuspecting soul can acquire it and possibly waste one of their days off reading it, capping the event off with them sobbing under their covers—they could have read something good and man, they're never mooching a book from that girl again, that girl that didn't warn them of the terribleness she was sending! A pox on their mailbox!

I, unsurprisingly, have wandered far from the subject. ( Read more... )