“The following elements are involved in this book: a severed limb, a diamond heist, a mid-air collision between two airplanes, and a mummified corpse.
Wouldnât you think at least ONE of those would be exciting on some level?
If youâre human, you would. And Mr. Hillerman would owe you an apology. Probably even an apology involving baked goods. An apolo-cake. An aPielogy. At least that way you would walk away with SOMETHING.
There were two female characters in this book that I didnât even realize were separate characters until about halfway through. This is not a good thing. If youâre on a date with someone and only halfway through do you realize that the person you picked up earlier in the evening is not the person you are currently sharing movie popcorn with, I would question how well the date was going. You should immediately end this date. And probably make some hospital appointments.
Maybe itâs me, maybe itâs my natural distaste for mysteries. Itâs not that Iâve read a lot of them, but the idea of surprise, in general, is very unappealing to me. I donât care about surprise parties, I donât care if I know what Iâm eating for dinner, and I always snooped around the house and found my Christmas gifts early. Which is a really good thing because sometimes your mom gets you a guitar, and sometimes you see it and say, âOh shit!â because you asked for a guitar months ago, but now you REALLY donât want a guitar because you know youâre going to suck at it. So thank god you looked around in her bedroom before Christmas morning because at least now you can put on a brave face.
Mystery and surprise are overrated, in my opinion. And some of the best things in life donât have mystery in them. I like pizza. I know I like pizza. No mystery there, yet time and again I order pizza. Sex. There can be some level of mystery there, but rarely is there a twist ending, and usually when there is someone is really unhappy about it and spends the evening with an ice pack.
The other problem is that Iâm supposed to discuss this with a book club tomorrow. What the hell am I going to say? I have a couple potential ideas:
âHey, wasnât that a neat book?â
âI didnât think that book was so neat? What about you?â
âThat cover sure is neat.â
I really canât think of one good reason to read this book. I mean, come on. A severed arm! And nothing!? If you canât make something happen with a severed arm, you have no business on my bookshelves
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