Branching out isn’t working for me

I finished Promised Land the other day.  I really like Connie Willis, but I had a hard time with this one.  The main character was such a bitch!  And with very little cause.  She came around (in a very predictable way) and became likable, so the story was easier to read, but I almost put it down.  Who wants to read a book when you can’t stand the main character?

So now I’m reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao.  I’m enjoying it, mostly, but I’m looking forward to being done with it.  I heard all these wonderful things about it, but it’s just not my style.  That’s been happening to me a lot lately.  I keep trying books that are outside my comfort zone, and I keep getting disappointed.  That’s the wrong reaction.  I’m supposed to be growing!  This one reminds me of 100 Years of Solitude (a book I couldn’t finish) and A Staggering Work of  Heartbreaking Genius (a book I didn’t like very much).

Hey, I found (“remembered to look for” might be more accurate) that wine I tried in April.  Jess’s Aunt Karen had one bottle of it that first night, and she graciously let me have a glass.  It’s a sauvignon blanc from Napa.  Guenoc.  Fruity, not very sweet.  Still good.

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