We all know that there are two types of readers out there: the ones who can drop a book in the middle of reading it if they think it’s not worth it to them, and then the ones who will suffer through to the bitter end. I am sorry to say that I am not the type of reader who will suffer. But of course kudos to those who will finish the book!
Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens got so many fantastic reviews, was put on Reese Witherspoon’s Book Club, and was compared to the novels of my favorite author Barbara Kingsolver, which on the outside makes it sound amazing…I thought it was awful. She is apparently known for her non-fiction and this was her first foray into fiction. I read half of it and then had to look up how it ended so I could at least get the answers I was looking for. The only reason I even read half of it was because the book is based around a mysterious death and I thought reading it would give me satisfaction once I knew who the killer was. The main character is really sweet and I feel for her because she was abandoned by her family. The thing that made me dislike it so much was that it was so predictable: she turns into a beautiful and intelligent woman while two vastly different men fall in love with her. She of course falls in love with each of them but then has to choose between the good guy and the bad guy. It’s a trope that I am just not into. And that pretty much sums up how I feel about it.