I have a lot of time to kill these days. I considered taking up a drug habit, but decided reading would better suit my lifestyle. Since we last spoke about A Million Little Pieces and My Friend Leonard, I've finished three more books: White Oleander, Atonement and Change of Heart.
White Oleander by Janet Fitch was OK. Actually, it might have been the better of the three books I read. It follows a teenage girl through foster homes. It's also a movie, which I really want to see now.
Atonement was... OK. I don't know. I wanted to punch Briony in the face most of the time, and once I finished the book (and then watched the movie), I had to go back and re-read certain parts because I didn't pick up on things the first time around. I don't think Ian McEwan made particular pieces of information very clear. Or I'm dense. It's a toss up. I don't know which I liked better - the book or the movie. I just wasn't a fan of the story at all.
Jodi Picoult's Change of Heart was not that great. Actually, to be fair, the story was good, but the page after page after page of historical religious context, as well as the ending, sucked. Didn't like it at all. I have to take breaks from Picoult books because they all follow a similar formula, and after a while become entirely too predictable. This one was the worst. Blah.
And now I'm reading Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen, and I have high hopes.
That is all. Go back to your regularly scheduled boredom.