amusedThis is where the weirdness comes in. Part of me was thinking that I should stop reading the book. That it was just too much of a mess. Too chaotic for me. In short it was driving me nuts. At the same time, there was a strange quality about the book that made me think "Well I'll just read a few more pages to see if it gets any better."
I read a little on the plane to Omaha and because it was the only book I had on me I started reading it when I got into the hotel I'm staying at here. And I just kept on reading and reading and reading till I finished the book at about 4 in the morning.
My first urge when I woke up this morning was to go and buy another, even though I was telling myself the book was a bad book at the same time (which I did, I'm now almost 150pgs into that book too). So all in all a strange experience that I'm never had before with an author.
There a bunch of other reason the book irked me (mostly about ley-lines which aren't knocking about all over the place and the fact that intellectually I know the story is daft), but I don't want to babble on for ever and bore people to death.
