The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkein: I know - it's a classic! You can't pan a classic. But it just didn't interest me. I read it in high school and liked it, but remembered very little about it. When I saw the new movie tie-in version on the store shelf, I was anxious to re-read and see how time and life had changed my perspective. Evidently I have become more cynical, because the whole realm of wizards, dwarfs and treasures seemed almost silly. The Hobbit will remain a beloved classic in spite of my opinion but, for me, it was a disappointment.
Technically, I can't review John Grisham's Sycamore Row because I haven't finished it yet. It's unusual that I wouldn't finish a Grisham novel within a couple days; especially this return to the setting and characters of A Time to Kill - Grisham's best novel to date. I have read approximately half of the book but, when Dave needed something to read, I handed it off to him. Whether or not I finish it later will depend on his review.
Time for Me to Come Home by Dorothy Shackleford
Kirkus Reviews said it all:
Nothing great or earth shattering, but a sweet, if clichéd, romantic Christmas tale that will warm some hearts.The author is the mother of country music singer Blake Shelton, and the story is based on the song by the same name, written by Shelton and Shackleford. Had I realized that, I might have been less enthused to buy this book. I have Blake's Christmas album, Cheers, It's Christmas, and I usually skip that track.
Come back for tomorrow's post, in which I actually like a book. In the meantime, here's Blake Shelton singing "Time for Me to Come Home" - you make the call.