After my usual easy-reading crime novel binge over the Christmas / New Year holiday, I started reading Feed by Mira Grant (a pen name for Seanan McGuire, whoever she is lol).
It was one of the several books I grabbed at random off the recommended carousel at the library, and I enjoyed it at first. I didn’t realise when I grabbed it, but it’s set in the post-zombie apocalypse future (oh my, hasn’t that been overdone these days) where bloggers are the new respected media. It’s a little technical and, I felt, dragged on a bit. After a couple of hundred pages (of five hundred or so) I discovered it was the first of a trilogy, and wasn’t really enjoying it enough to slog my way through another couple of novels.
I persevered for another hundred or so pages but, after not reading so much for a week and trying again (too tired at night to read after running a wee bit), I decided enough was enough. It was interesting, but not for me. I don’t like giving up on books, but I just got bored.
So bye bye Feed, and hello Life of Pi, which I found waiting for me on our bookshelf last night. Jane said I would like it, and I managed 20 pages before I couldn’t read any more (too sleepy) and have thoroughly enjoyed it so far. The last book I found on the bookshelf that Jane said I would like was Chomp by Carl Hiaasen, which I highly recommend. Wikipedia says it’s a young adult novel, but don’t let that put you off. It’s a complete and utter piss-take of the Bear Grylls type of TV programme.