Don't you hate it when you get to the end of a book and feel that the writer kind of lost his enthusiasm for the plot? Just finished reading The Lake House by James Patterson, and it really seemed like he got past the middle of the book, having carefully built up the plot, the background, the characters, then got bored with it all and rushed an ending, not tying up any of the loose ends, not resolving any of the issues, and - having got characters into situations - just forgetting about all that, reintroducing them into the narrative with no explanation of how they'd escaped their earlier predicaments! I feel seriously cheated - especially as I wasted serious time when I could have been reading something better - or even doing housework - struggling through to the end!
Shame on you James Patterson! It felt like one of those high school stories you write in an exam, then when you realise you're running out of time, you close it all off with "and then he woke up, and it was all a dream!"
Definitely not one to recommend. Going to have a go at another Jodie Piccoult now - The Tenth Circle, borrowed a while ago from a neighbour (whoops!) Feel kind of reluctant to get started as her books are not the lightest of reading - perhaps I should wait till the kids are back at school for that one!
Day one of eye drops in preparation for laser eye surgery next week - can feel every muscle in my body tensing up with nerves at just the thought....
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