Done with Jodi Picoult

About 200 pages into Second Glance by Jodi Picoult, I decided to give up–not just on the book, but on her altogether. I thought she was just hit-and-miss, but now I’m convinced that if I read anything more by her I’ll stop liking the one book of hers I did like, Sister’s Keeper, which I just recommended to my friend Karen.

I thought I’d really enjoy Second Glance, which promised to delve into eugenics in the first part of the 20th Century in America, a topic that intrigues me. But my eyes kept glaaaaaaaaazing over and I just wanted it to be over. Boring boring boring. Life’s too short.