Thursday, 19 December 2013
Battered to Death by Gayle Trent
A weather report. Are authors paid more if they begin with the weather? Besides, call me a fanatical Canadian, but I can't picture Virginia having a long, bleak winter, at least not what I would consider a long, bleak winter.
Next line in paragraph 1:
Even though I was born and raised in the small town of Brea Ridge and should be used to the cold, often snowy winters, I was a warm-weather gal at heart.
A history report, à la Dickens. The character continues to contemplate herself, as most self-absorbed people do, and as with most people it's not very interesting.
First thing said:
"What are you doing?"
Throwing this book away and going on to something better, thanks for asking.