I seem to be even less willing these days to continue with books I’m not totally enjoying. In some ways I know I am missing out on worthy material, but seriously, these days if it doesn’t grab me pretty quickly, I’m not going to give it the time. After finishing a great vintage spy thriller by Helen MacInnes ( Hidden Target) I had a difficult time settling into something new.
Love Gardam’s Filth novels and one or two others, but this adolescent tale just left me a wee bit bored. There were some charming, witty elements to it, but not enough to get me to finish it.
I’ll admit I bought this one for the cover. In fact, I went online to get the UK version just for the cover. This one I could imagine picking up at some point and finding it interesting. So I will keep it for now. But for now? No.
Having read and loved Cluny Brown and more recently Brittania Mews, I thought this wold be the book to shake me from my doldrums. But I’m coming to realize that Margery Sharp is hit or miss for me. This one started out amusing me, but then some circus/vaudeville types enter the picture and well, that’s where I gave up. Now, as I look at the cover, it makes me wonder if I might yet be missing out on something. Looks almost agricultural. That seems promising.
Well, I loved just about everything about this novel. Not necessarily my favorite Auchincloss, but it hit all the right spots. A 1960s novel written about the War years at a boys prep school in New England with flashbacks to even earlier periods. Just what I needed.