A few years ago I read an entire book before realizing I had already read it. I looked back at my Goodreads read list and realized I had no memory of about half of the books on there. So I built a new habit – (almost) every time I finish a book, I word-vomit my thoughts and emotions into a note on my phone. Sometimes they’re brief, sometimes they’re long-longwinded, sometimes they just ramble…and now I’m putting them here. Please enjoy the madness.
I didn’t love this book. My mom loves Alexander McCall Smith and has read all of his stuff so I was trying but the characters fell flat for me. They all kind of fit too neatly into their boxes. And the ending, just kind of brushing things off after all that happened – it felt rushed and lazy. I’ll try another one of his to see if it’s a fluke.