I finally got around to reading this. After having been to the book signing and listening to Margaret Atwood read an excerpt of her creation you’d think I would have jumped right into it.
To be honest I can’t even remember when I went to the book signing. I think it was around the time Heather and I were engaged. Anyway I found Ms. Atwood’s reading very compelling and assumed that the book would be equally enjoyable.
It was really less than stimulating. I found the book somewhat bland and flat. Plus I’m not really one for bad poetry, which I found the book ripe with.
My friend Jeannette, that had accompanied me to the signing, was surprised that I had never read one of Ms. Atwood’s books. Considering how bland I round it I won’t be in a hurry to read another one of Atwood’s creations.
Normally I would be able to explain why I don’t like a book with a better explanation other than the book just did not make an impression on me. I was rather glad that it was short. I was also very disappointed. I figured that since I enjoyed Atwood’s reading I thought for sure the book must have been a home run. I guess I was cought up in Ms. Atwood’s enjoyment of her own words.