There is nothing better than a good book. I love a book that takes off running and ends with a bang. What do I hate? I hate books that make me excited to read them and then fizzle out. I mean the kind of book that make me say, “Damn, that is crazy” in the beginning but at the end I sigh and close the book torn between irritation and disappointment.
This happened to me today when I read my first Nocturne book by Karen Whiddon. I don’t even want to blog about the book because I don’t know what to say about the lack-luster feeling I got upon completing it. Have you read any books like that lately? Do you ever blog about the books that make you feel that way?