Being the musings of a Yorkshire lass living in the USA. I'm a book geek, bird nerd, grammar Nazi, and hockey nut. Sarcasm is my default setting.
The Ginger Ninja was looking particularly photogenic today.
And it was a wild ride, but ultimately left me thinking, is that all there is?
In the end, there were just too many plot twists. I love getting that huge "whoa, I did not see that coming" moment, but it gets a bit stale when it happens again, and then again, and yet again. Eventually the plot gets too far-fetched and it seemed to me that Lehane had no idea how to end the book, so it just limps along to the finish.
I do think this book would make a great movie, and I've got a sneaky suspicion that's what the author is hoping for. But if you want a Lehane book with the "whoa, I did not see that coming" moment, I would recommend Shutter Island over Since We Fell every time.
Had a fantastic time last night watching these guys. No new album to promote; just a wonderfully nostalgic trip through their back-catalogue.
Depressingly, this is every single conference call I have ever been on.
And colleagues still talk about the time the entire conference heard me shouting, "no you're not having any more snacks you greedy, ginger f**k".