As you know, I loved The Silvered, and I was worried about my next book because of it. So either I was right to be worried about that, or I talked myself right into not enjoying my next TWO books. First, I picked up The Scorch Trials, which is the sequel to The Maze Runner. The first book was fine, but this one had no real plot, which drives me crazy. I got about halfway, told John I was going to put it down, and then finished it two hours later. It was a quick read, but not especially enjoyable. I might watch the movies.
Then I picked up The Lake House. I had my doubts before I started it because her other four books are all very similar. The structure is basically identical, although the details are different. I’ve enjoyed all four, to a certain extent, but when I picked up this fifth one, I felt tired. Oh, look, there’s a mystery in the past. Oh, look, there’s a person in the present having problems. Oh, look, this person in the present is going to mixed up in figuring out what happened in the past and somehow solve that mystery AND their own problems. I gave up on it pretty quickly. I’m sorry, Kate Morton. I thought The Secret Keeper was really good, and I’m happy the book club chose to read it while I was a member. That’s as far as I can go.
Thankfully, it only took two books to get me out of that very unpleasant hole. I started a collection of short stories by Mary Robinette Kowal, and those have been really good so far.
I’ve decided it was the books, not me. I chose badly twice in a row. It’s still my fault (I chose the books), but it’s less obnoxious than blaming it on my mood.