Reading time, and perhaps concentration ability, is running a tad short these days. I picked up a Jodi Picoult book, The Tenth Circle, thinking it was the book I needed for book club. It wasn't. The book I needed was Nineteen Minutes. Oh well, I got that at Half Price Books. Since I had it, I decided to read the wrong one first.
It's a story of a family with a fifteen year old daughter. The daughter is raped (or is she?), by the hockey star of the high school team--a boy she had dated and who had broken off with her. The boy ends up dead. A suicide or a murder? What would you do if it were your daughter?
Harsh. Bleak depiction of teen life and sexual activity. Accurate? Or lurid? Or both? I don't know.
I'm not a big fan, though I will go on to read the book we're supposed to read for book club.
Next on the nightstand? Something completely different: Paul Theroux's travel book The Pillars of Hercules. I'll let you know how that goes.....
Happy Wednesday, ya'll!