Have you ever felt like a failure because you just couldn't get into a book? Alas, this is me right now. Head tells me that that's a stupid way to feel. No one is ever guaranteed to find pleasure in a particular book. No big deal.
I've been reading Code Name Verity for about a week now. When I first read Ana's review, I knew I *had* to have it! She has the. most. exquisite. taste in books. (And music, but that's another story.)
So in this week I've only covered 88 pages. But I refuse to give up on it. And in actuality, it's not that I dislike it at all. I just haven't fallen in love. And I never find myself dying to pick it up. (The "good" side of this is that I've been getting a lot of needed school reading done instead.)
Since Ana's review, I know that Kelly and Heather and Lu have all read it and *loved* it.
As I went to grab the link to Ana's review, I decided to reread her post. And oh yes, I still understand why I had to have this book. I did also come away with renewed hope that I will yet fall in love.
But what if I don't...