Despite my very good intentions, I can already tell where my new efforts at journaling are going to fail. For one thing, I have more time to spend reading (while eating, while waiting for my husband to pick me up at work, etc) than I have to spend writing about my reading. So, even though I'm making more notes as I read, and thinking more about my reading, the time to synthesize and distill those thoughts is lacking. Also, I read fast and a lot. Currently I'm seven books behind in my journal and I just know it's going to get worse.
So. Even though I'd like to say something about this book, I'm at a loss. Because my youngest is sleeping on the sofa behind me, and I don't want to wake her up turning on the light to see what I wrote in my notebook as I was reading. Seven books later I'm having a hard time remembering details. Okay first: my one big disappointment with the book. I really expected a traditional mystery-that-will-be-solved.