Have you ever made a pie? You work so hard making the crust and preparing the filling, only to have the middle of the bottom come out wet and yucky. It ruins the whole pie.
There’s such a thing as the soggy bottom of a book too. It’s that point about two thirds in where the author starts circling. You know that book, the one where you’re loving the characters and you’re caught up in the mystery and then nothing happens for a hundred pages. We keep going over the same clues and our characters spend a lot of time doing irrelevant things. It’s enough to make you throw the book across the room.
I’ve been enjoying Michael Connelly’s new series about Renee Ballard and I really liked the recent crossover with Bosch, Dark Sacred Night. I’m a big fan of the Amazon series but this was my first experience with Connelly’s writing. I recently borrowed one of his called The Poet, a one-off from the mid-nineties. At five hundred pages, this book had the soggiest soggy bottom I ever did see. I skimmed the last two hundred pages and by the end I didn’t even like the characters anymore. It was quite disappointing.
Of course, a book doesn’t have to have a soggy bottom to get ruined. Case in point, the one I just finished, that will remain nameless, that had the granny menacing everyone with a blowtorch before revealing why she did it. No, really.
So, it has not been the best few weeks for me in reading. I hope y’all are faring better with your endeavors. Maybe next time I’ll have better news and recommendations to share. Until then, happy reading, y’all!