Abandoned

So, having recently had major surgery, my reading chops aren't quite as burly as they normally are.

The practical result of this is that recently, I've started a handful of books, some of which I may continue on with and the two I'm going to talk about here are just going back to the library unread.

Try This: Travelling the Globe Without Leaving the Table by Danyelle Freeman, who apparently also resides at restaurantgirl.com, is not a good book.   She's a bit of a braggart, a bit of a know-it-all, and doesn't seem to be writing for any particular audience other than herself.   She has zero tolerance for anyone with eating preferences other than her own and it's possible that 'without leaving the table' is code for 'without developing any appreciation or knowledge of any cultures other than that of your own.'     I could go on, but I'm not even certain the book is worth my ire.

Soft Apocalypse by Will Jackson has a lovely premise, but just didn't grab me.   I should be all over this book, it's about the slow dissolution of society, the whimper instead of the bang, when the part that comes between pre and post-apocalyptic isn't flashy.  The main character isn't particularly likeable, but in a sort of uninteresting, hipster kind of way, and well, in most books, once they abuse or kill the puppy, it's time for us to part ways.     So on that breakup note, Soft Apocalypse, it's probably not you, it's me. But it might be a little bit you too.