Upon reccomedation from a friend (Kimbo), I started reading aChristian fiction book Redemption, written by Gary Smalley and Karen Kingsbury. I am not usually a fan of the genre, but I sample all reccomedations; it's only fair.
Anyway, this particular novel is about a couple and the husband's having an affair. Thus far I'm not sure if I'm going to stick with it (and because of a rule originally set forth by high school English teach, Mr. Smead, I have to read on for at least 20 more pages). The writing itself has much to be desired both mechanically and rhetorically, and I can't help paying attention to those things, it's in my nature. The characters seem realistic enough, but they're a bit to "Everyman" for my tastes. Plus, it's set in Indiana, and thus is uncolorful.
In spite of all those things, however, this book is an engaging read. I'm picturing all these places in my head, sympathizing with the characters (well, not the cheaters, of course) and really just getting into it. Maybe this will be my indulgent read for the summer. To clarify, "indulgent reads" are the literary equivalent of American Idol. I shouldn't watch it, there's no logical reason why I do, but every season it just sort of happens.
In actual news, Misty and I are lizard-sitting for the week, which means we can't call the land-couple and tell them that the bathtub faucet is literally streaming hot water involuntarily. Eh, utilities are covered in full by the rent But still it holds true: "What a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive." Speaking of which, my car (Betsy) was booted today, and thanks to the dear ol' roomie and her concern, I am once again on the straight and narrow in regards to municipal law. Friends are awesome.
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