Getting ready to vote tomorrow, grabbing a 
detective novel to while away the time when 
in line, began reading tonight and had to put 
it aside in disgust, given the long, winding, un-
necessary descriptions and irrelevant detail – 
The boring repetition of the cynical author’s 
viewpoint of life in every character’s personal 
history with its hackneyed experiences without 
love, every character being just a reflection of 
the author’s personal  perspective of everything
Thank heaven, nobody can make me read this, 
never again to be forced under the leash of the 
prescribed book for a language or literature course, 
if a story is not told in the uncluttered style of an 
allegory or proverb, if there is no special character 
I can identify with, if the cast in the play have no 
ideals, no shiny nobility enticing them into creating 
a world of wonder; I won’t get on the ride - if I can’t 
collect the choice silver and gold, purified in fire, of 
insight how to create a personal world of delight – 
The book is a waste, I would rather watch mindless 
TV advertisements with their instant magic than suffer 
the black perspective of a weary, self-important author…
[2 August 2016 - I'm so disappointed in the novel, ended up 
watching children's programmes - Little Charmers, Shimmer 
and Shine, Sophia the First, Binny and the Ghost - fun, 
lots of fun!]
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