I read quite a bit more of Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour an Introduction over the past few days and, you know, I’m not loving Seymour an Introduction. It seems to be an exercise in writing not in storytelling. And that’s a drag to me, man.
I may just put the book down. Like everyone, I hate leaving a book unfinished but I know that unfinished books prevent me from reading other, more enjoyable books so sometimes you just have to walk away. I’m pretty close to doing that.