Early this month I started a reading a novelization of the life of George Sand. How is it that such an interesting historical figure could be rendered so mind-numbingly boring? With excruciating physical detail, that's how.
They say it's the small details that bring historical fiction to life, but in such quantities they seem to deaden it.
This is The Dream Lover, by Elizabeth Berg. Is this just a matter of the wrong book at the wrong time for me? Have you read Berg?
I admit to having been charmed by one line: "I was thrilled by the way Jules made an intimate act intimate."
I have picked up and put down this novel a couple times already. Maybe I'll try one more time. Maybe I won't.