I neglected to alert a few people of my change of address. This is how I came to fail to know of and to decline the Book-of-the-Month club's recent selections. After much delay they came to be delivered to my current address, the rerouting for parcels of which I had to pay extra postage.
I always have to open the box, just in case...
The Mermaid Chair, Sue Monk Kidd.
Yuk. Flat. Boring. Stupid.
Had I come acoss it in a bookstore, I might've read the blurbs and the flaps, decided the plot held little of interest to me, and returned it to the stack. More likely, I'd've judged it by its cover and not picked it up at all.
But as it was sitting in my house, I had to turn the pages. Even if very quickly. Now I know it's not for me.
I haven't decided if I'm grateful for the certain knowledge that this book is not worth any investment or more angry that I wasted even a little time with it.