I don’t make any claims to being the sharpest tool in the shed, but there’s enough battery juice in the old brain to make it work okay. All the same, there is stuff that I just don’t get; things that are irretrievably, inconceivably incomprehensible, like:
• How anyone could hurt another human being or animal
• How neighbours allow their relationships to deteriorate and continue living in loathing only metres from each other
• How divorcing parents use their children as weapons
• How the Twilight and Fifty Shades trilogies are best sellers, and yet so few of my reading friends have heard about Liane Moriarty’s books
I truly find it irretrievably, inconceivably incomprehensible that millions of readers waste their time on the schmaltzy zero personalities of Bella Swan and Anastasia Steele, whose literary lives drop gorgeous men, great wealth and awesome sex into their laps, but whose negligible efforts don’t generate personal growth or very much learning. I’ve read both trilogies (research, you know) and not once did I stumble upon a piece of moving prose or a moment of brilliance.
This morning I only wrenched myself out of bed and away from Liane Moriarty’s What Alice Forgot when my kindle ran out of battery. This is the second of her books I’ve read and I was equally entranced by The Last Anniversary.
If, like me, you just didn’t get Twilight or Fifty Shades, do yourself a favour and read something by Moriarty.