In a sure sign of blogging-induced fatigue, I am now going to deviate from the post I had planned in order to pose the following question.
Ever read a book that you thought was, say, very good, and your spouse/s.o./best friend/readin' buddy thought it was dullsville/crapola/otherwise without merit?
Mary and I go back and forth on a number of things like this, i.e. "Spoon: superb crafters of pop goodness or one-trick ponies whose trick is getting old?" or our long-running "Which is the better Replacements album: Tim or Pleased to Meet Me" debate.
(Mary says Tim, and she is wrong, wrong wrong.)
Getting back on track, our next book is one of those divisive little texts; I dug it quite a bit, Mary just couldn't get into it. But I want to plug it anyway. Michael Knight's Divining Rod.*
Knight reminds me of a suburban Tim Gatreaux, if that makes any sense to you. (If it doesn't, go read some Tim Gatreaux, dangit!)
I'd say more, but, er...out of time.
* Also, I think I went to school with the guy for a year when he was in high school and I was in the 6th grade, or something like that.