And so it is that I give two romance books this week 4 and 5 stars, and yet a Pulitzer Prize winner with a concept I am quite interested in had me thinking that this was how I would die: Listening to the most sterile prose in existence, which even a seemingly decent narrator couldn’t make compelling.

Needless to say, after about two hours I decided life was too short. The premise is compelling and the history it begins with is sometimes fascinating. But the voice characterizes the subject matter with a high degree of banality. I have to imagine it reads better, but typically with somewhat dry subject matter the audiobook is the way to go for me, so I highly doubt it would change.

A shame, but no big deal. I’m bound to find books I don’t get on with to this degree with the level of books I consume these days. But was particularly sad about this one, as I was looking forward to it.