You ever start a book and think to yourself, “I’m never gonna make it to the end of this?”
Usually it comes from a lack of interest in the story, or eagerness to start something newer. Occasionally I find myself wondering why I even started the book in the first place.
This time around I’ll chalk it up to a wandering eye. I picked up, Bill Broun’s “Night of the Animals” shortly after finishing “A Madness So Discreet” by Mindy McGinnis. I was craving another stand alone since I’ve picked up several series these past 2 months that I’m not sure I want to start in 2017.
I have yet to make it past chapter One, of this book.
Perhaps it’s the concept. Set in futuristic London; our main character Cuthbert Handley, (I roll eyes at his name each time) must use his possibly made up special gifts of speaking to the animals, to release/rescue them before a suicide cult determined to kill all animal life gets to them.
It could also be that I’ve been buying soooo many fantasy books including, “Hart’s Hope” by Orson Scott Card, lately that I’m distracted from the story because I really wanna crack the spines of the new books.
Either way, I’ll be postponing my exploration into “Night of the Animals” for another time. In the interim I have to decide between, “Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister” by Gregory Maguire or the aforementioned “Hart’s Hope”